Short Memory - Midnight Oil

Just about to spectate at an online funeral for a junkie who despite being eulogized and stuck up high on the pedestal of nobility and awesomeness, made consistently BAD decisions, followed through by with BAD actions.

Now she is dead.

Apparently our online paths MIGHT have crossed, as I can't even remember seeing her name in the online meetings, and have no recollection or memory of her.

So I am turning up to the open ended invite, mostly because it's there and it's on and I want to see if I can even remember her.

"Is there a face or a name or a voice I can connect with here?"

Junkies die like flies....

For every 100,000 "Welcome to Alcoholics Anonymous or Narcotics Anonymous" keyrings and chips etc., that the groups buy, to hand out to the newcomers, there is only one person still drug free 35 years later, buying a 35 year sober medallion.

It's not the issue of absolute accuracy, but not heavily factoring in the issues of old age and death etc., out of the original 100,000 people, I don't see 10,000, or 1,000 other people buying a 35 years drug free medallion....

You know, we do exist, but they are kind of uncommon to put it bluntly and the numbers are bigger chasms than the grand canyon.

And yet, all these virtue signalling shits of the sisterhood, are wailing away......

"Oh she was so amazing, so awesome, such a power of example - bullshit, bullshit, bullshit...."

No - she was a dumb fucking junkie who chose to NOT do what it takes to work her way through her issues, and she died.

Get fucking used to it.

Waiting for the fucking funeral to start.... It's an hour or so late so far.

And this song, "Popped Into My Mind",,,,

Ahhhhh the Dark Arts of Necromacy.

I don't know why the superstitious and neurotic call it "The Dark Arts".

I see light.