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FacebookI’ll be the first to admit I’m not an important person. Stock markets don’t crash without me; lives aren’t lost if I can’t be found. Yet here I am–one individual–with four phone numbers that are solely for my use. I have a home phone that I never use (a requirement to have DSL), a personal cell phone, a work-issued cell phone, and an office line. One person, four phone numbers. No wonder we keep running out of area codes.
Imagine if I had any importance.
Heath Ledger died this week. I’m neither happy nor sad by this news. From what I’ve been told, he was a pretty good actor–but I wouldn’t know. The only thing I ever saw him in was “Ten Things I Hate About You” (it was for an English class–I swear). But like I said, I’m pretty apathetic to his death. The Fiancee thinks I’m a horrible person because I don’t think his death is sad. Why would I think it’s sad? It doesn’t affect me. People die all the time and society is never sad for the countless 28-year old nobodies who die on a daily basis. Maybe if I knew Heath Ledger or saw a few of his movies, I’d feel differently. But his death doesn’t affect me at all (other than giving me something to write about). If I was his mom or related to him, it might be different. But to be brutally honest, I couldn’t really care less. To me, he’s just another name–another person who died. One of many…along with Brad Renfro last week.
I know it’s probably too early to judge and that drug use is a fairly serious thing, but Heath Ledger is just another actor who had the whole world in his hands. He got a piece of Jen from “Dawson’s Creek.” He made millions in the movie business. Awards and accolades. He had a great life that was only going to get better. Why am I supposed to feel sad for him? Is anyone out there sad for me ’cause I work too many hours at my job? No one cares that I’m drastically underpaid and underappreciated. Heath Ledger had it all; my life is crap compared to his.
Or maybe not–my girl still loves me.
Okay, that was a little cold. But Heath Ledger’s death means nothing to me. I see no reason to be sad just because someone famous died. I’ll shed a tear when someone I actually know dies.
So much for not talking about the movie business.