So I was going to post today, but then I found out that a guy I know caused a situation that killed a cop.
Like I said, oops!
It's strange. He had been good friends with my Evil-Ex a long, long time ago, until he also realized what kind of horrific person he was. After which he met me, then he used to have a huge crush on me. This was a few years ago.
I'm trying to figure out how I feel about this. At one point I knew him, eh, okay. And despite his foibles he was actually a really decent guy. However. I also know waaaaaaay too much about those foibles to have an incredible amount of sympathy for him. I've been arguing with people about what his odds are and whether or not he can expect leniency.
Amusingly, though perhaps not surprisingly, during my brain debates how I respond, and my levels of sympathy and compassion change depending on who I picture myself talking to.
On the one hand, I know he's a nice guy, with a BARRAGE of his own issues. He very, very clearly has anxiety and depression issues. I mean SEVERE anxiety issues. Not too mention his drug issues.
Which have been a long line of problems and issues, and insanity in his life for way longer than I've known him. Actually they are worth mentioning. Because his extreme history of drug use is of why I think he needs this kind of wake up call.
On the other hand, he would never last in jail. He's really, really intelligent, and actually very caring, but he's an extreme germophobe. He's small, and frail. He would be someone's bitch and probably kill himself at the prospect of contracting something. That's is in no way an exaggeration. Him killing himself is a very real possibility.
It's been extremely distracting today.
So yeah. This in no way effects me directly, and yet, everyone I know feels like it's the most important topic in the world. It is for him, but I'm not sure why everyone else feels the need to get so involved, or talk to me about it. The world may never know.