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I pissed off alot of people with my reactions to Michael Jackson’s death.
First my friend was mad when I had no reaction, then my girlfriend was mad when I told her it wasn’t a sad thing to me, and then today a few of my co-workers were mad when I told them I was actually happy. All of a sudden I am a heartless son of a bitch. (Okay so maybe this pic I sent to my cousin was a little crass.)
I’ve been finding it interesting watching people’s reactions to this news. Don’t get me wrong this is huge news. I have no problem with the extensive news coverage and endless blog posts. I really don’t. It seems that most people are split on this. They are either mourning the passing of one of their heroes, or they are taking the opportunity to piss on his grave (Really, that ain’t right).
I can understand why people are so sad. Millions of people grew up on Michael Jackson. Those among us who are a bit more advanced in age even watched him grow up. He was like a member of the family in this way. As an 80’s baby, Michael was a HUGE part of my childhood. I watched the videos over and over, I emulated the dance moves (horribly), I tried to do all the sound effects. Being Michael was so much fun. I understand that feeling like he was a distant uncle.
This is where my reaction to his death comes in. First off I wasn’t really sad because in my mind Michael has had one foot in the grave for years. He was only fifty years old, but he had the body of a frail old man. You cannot tell me he looked his age. On top of this Michael has been a recluse for the better part of the last 7 or 8 years. He has been a part of our lives through the music he made decades ago, just as he will continue to be.
As for being happy, this is because I just felt sorry for Michael towards the end. Nothing about his life seemed joyous. Nothing seemed peaceful. The man was a constant butt of jokes, his reputation was tattered, he had been a walking sideshow for years. This is no way to live. I don’t care how long you have been putting up with it, do you really ever get used to it?
I am not afraid of death. I believe we go to a better place when we pass on. So in this respect, I am happy Michael is finally in a place where he can have some semblence of peace. The world will mourn, but it will also keep spinning. Tomorrow will be no different than yesterday.