I truly believe in the comedic rule that everything is okay or nothing is okay, but I won’t be making any jokes about Paul Walker’s death.
Not because it’s not okay to do—it is—but because I don’t have to.
Last night I tweeted this:
Sometimes joking about a death is too easy, but you should think if it is the circumstances or the person you are that makes it easy.
I wrote this because I heard Mr. Walker died in a car crash and I laughed. I thought it was a hoax, but when I found out it wasn’t a hoax? I laughed harder—big belly laughs. I went to twitter with a lot of potential jokes forming in my happy little head.
I was so happy he died so I could make a few jokes.
I was happy that someone died so I could make a few jokes about it on twitter.
The reality of all this sunk into me fast. I guess it found the empty place inside of me where my heart should have been and filled the void with logic, guilt, and shame.
Yes, a guy who was famous for acting as a skillful driver in some movies died in a car wreck. It’s a funny coincidence, but I don’t have to exploit his death for a few laughs and fucking twitter stars.
If you want to do it? Go ahead. I won’t judge you, but I probably won’t respect you either.
I don’t want to be the person I was last night anymore, so I’m taking a break from twitter until I feel more human.Comments
I don’t agree with half of this, so I’ll only do half of it.