Just Don’t

It’s not about you.

Someone might have to watch it. Someone might have to hear it. Someone will definitely have to find it. Someone will have to scream.

Someone will have to call 911. Someone will have to spend hours talking to the cops. Someone will have to watch their space invaded. Someone will never feel at home there again.

Someone will have to call in a scene cleaner, which costs thousands. Someone will have to call the funeral director, which costs thousands. Someone will have to figure out how to pay for it all.

Someone will have to do the paperwork. Someone will have to talk to the banks. Someone will have to cancel the subscriptions and return the rentals. Someone will have to think about this crass shit while their skin crawls.

Someone’s life will be thrown into disarray. Someone will have to put aside their plans and doubts and fears because of your refusal to deal with your own.

And someone will never truly know why any of this is happening to them.

It’s not about you.