I still haven’t fully wrapped my mind around the fact that Robin Williams is gone. Even Joan Rivers’ death feels like an internet hoax.
I always told myself that the world would become a little dimmer when actors and actresses that I had grown up watching started to die off. I guess this is one of the harder parts about growing up. We take so many people for granted, even when we celebrate their greatness. How do you think it’s going to feel when Betty White passes away? Or Dame Maggie Smith? Sir Ian McKellen? Julie Andrews?
When people die young it feels so much easier to brush it off. “Oh they got mixed up with the wrong people.” “They had such potential.” “A bright star gone too soon.” And while Robin Williams’ death was by no means a “natural” way to go nor was it “his time,” there’s just this feeling that we knew it was coming. And because of that there’s this feeling of finality.
I hate the idea of treating people nice “because you don’t know if they’ll be there tomorrow.” You should take advantage of your time with friends and family not because they might randomly die the next day, but because they WILL die one day and they won’t last forever.
This post got kind of lost. But what I’m trying to get at is that you don’t know when people are going to die, but you know they WILL. Because you know they will die eventually, you shouldn’t take them for granted. You should enjoy your time with them without being afraid that it’s their last day.
I’ve put together a simple chart that explains the various ways you should and shouldn’t summon a waiter over to your table, and the service you’re likely to receive accordingly.
Because if one more middle aged, obnoxious asshole goes “hey you!” and snaps their fingers at me, I WILL snap said person’s neck.
I waitressed my way through college and one night this guy yells at me “Oi! you with the tits!” and my co-worker Matthew walked up to him and said “yes?”