I was pondering this the other day when I heard about Jonathan Brandis. I'm reading these forum posts on IMDB and these girls are saying "Wow I haven't heard that name in a long time" or "I haven't thought about him in forever" or some similar rot, however all of the posts talk about how much they cried. Why? You haven't thought about a person in years and years, you didn't even know them personally, and yet their suicide affects you as if it was a sibling or parent? What a waste of good emotion. So many people go through the motions of emotional attachment, and yet when something like this happens suddenly they're affected? Fuck people, what's the deal? There are 6 billion people in the world, millions die every day. Where are your tears for them? Just because somebody wasn't a celebrity (and a B or C-list at best) their life matters less? Millions more are born everyday. Where are your tears for that. Slowly, the human race is choking the planet. We're killing ourselves and everything else on this chunk of rock and you're watching Born Free 2 and crying because, quite frankly, some guy that didn't know you and that hadn't even blipped on your radar in 8 years killed himself. Well boo-fuckin'-hoo. How much did he really touch your life? Probably much less than you're willing to admit. Save your emotions for people that care about you.