I can’t bring myself to mock something that someone probably made out of genuine love. It makes me too sad. No matter how much of a piece of shit Charlie might have been.
Mocking it feels like the opposite of empathy. I know how much he didn’t believe in empathy, but as usual, he was wrong. So I’m displaying some. Not for him. But for whoever made this for him.
Some day, they’ll learn what he was. If that doesn’t put an end to any residual positive feelings for him, I don’t have a shit to give about how they take the well-deserved vicious mockery.
I can’t bring myself to mock something that someone probably made out of genuine love. It makes me too sad. No matter how much of a piece of shit Charlie might have been.
Mocking it feels like the opposite of empathy. I know how much he didn’t believe in empathy, but as usual, he was wrong. So I’m displaying some. Not for him. But for whoever made this for him.
Some day, they’ll learn what he was. If that doesn’t put an end to any residual positive feelings for him, I don’t have a shit to give about how they take the well-deserved vicious mockery.