Dave2112
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I get to work today and find out that a young co-worker of mine was critically injured in a car accident, was airlifted to Burlington with a crushed skull and is not expected to make it.
He's 19. Just started dating this beautiful girl. Bought his first car.
He was in the back seat, his sister driving. And here's where I cannot help but just get fucking pissed beyond any measure of the word.
Apparently, she was using her iPhone or some such device we can't fucking live without these days to check her fucking MySpace page. While driving.
Have we gotten THAT addicted to this shit these days? Is seeing your goddamn name on a thread or webpage or whatever shit so goddamn important that we're willing to jump at the first sign of further attention? "Oh lookie! Someone posted to my page! Someone likes me! I have to read this RIGHT NOW!!!"
By the way, she's fine. Got a couple bruised ribs and walked away. Her boyfriend banged his head. My friend was thrown from the car from the angle it hit and was thrown into a tree head-first.
I hope the fucking post was worth it.
Sorry, I'm just so sick of the MySpace-ization of every damn corner of our society these days. People counting the words of strangers and electronic buddies greater than the health, safety and well-being of those in thier real lives. If they HAD real lives half the time.
Jeremy's in a coma, has already had a couple surgeries and is not expected to make it barring a miracle. 19 fucking years old. 19. Even if he does make it, he'll never be the same and probably won't be able to function. For what? For fucking WHAT?
I'm sorry, I'm just really pissed off about this.
He's 19. Just started dating this beautiful girl. Bought his first car.
He was in the back seat, his sister driving. And here's where I cannot help but just get fucking pissed beyond any measure of the word.
Apparently, she was using her iPhone or some such device we can't fucking live without these days to check her fucking MySpace page. While driving.
Have we gotten THAT addicted to this shit these days? Is seeing your goddamn name on a thread or webpage or whatever shit so goddamn important that we're willing to jump at the first sign of further attention? "Oh lookie! Someone posted to my page! Someone likes me! I have to read this RIGHT NOW!!!"
By the way, she's fine. Got a couple bruised ribs and walked away. Her boyfriend banged his head. My friend was thrown from the car from the angle it hit and was thrown into a tree head-first.
I hope the fucking post was worth it.
Sorry, I'm just so sick of the MySpace-ization of every damn corner of our society these days. People counting the words of strangers and electronic buddies greater than the health, safety and well-being of those in thier real lives. If they HAD real lives half the time.
Jeremy's in a coma, has already had a couple surgeries and is not expected to make it barring a miracle. 19 fucking years old. 19. Even if he does make it, he'll never be the same and probably won't be able to function. For what? For fucking WHAT?
I'm sorry, I'm just really pissed off about this.







