The worst part about death is that it comes to everyone, but not usually in the order you wish. I'm still angry, despondent, depressed and annoyed that God took my best friend, a woman in the prime of life adored by hundreds who actually may have been a saint, while leaving on Earth so many ignorant, greedy, worthless nitwits who add little to the common good -- a fact to which even their closest family members would concede.
That sounds nasty but face it, some people are simply better than others. I don't just mean the severely broken Jeffrey Dahmers and Ted Bundys, but ordinary people who never lift a finger to help a friend, who don't give to charity, who fail to better themselves in any way, instead using their allotted time here partying, decorating their homes, eating in fancy restaurants, getting mani-pedis and binge-watching Game of Thrones or whatever it's called these days. Plus, the least considerate among them are always late! (If they say, "I'll be there at six," and they are not there at six, why did they say it? And if they're not there by six, just when are they going to arrive? How long must one wait?)
Sadly, those of us now alive are responsible for the fate of mankind, and today's living are not doing such a great job. Take, for example, the rise of TikTok, a perfect example of the worst behaviors currently running rampant in society. (See photo.) No wonder 13% of us suffer from anthropophobia.
* The title of this post refers to a song by The Beach Boys often used as an expression of disbelief or frustration.
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