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Short answer, yes it's normal not to give a fuck.
Longer answer, you're probably lying to yourself a little because there will be at least one that hits you.
I never thought I'd give much of a shit, but I grew up a very big fan of David Bowie, and that hit harder than I expected. I didn't fucking cry or anything, but it brought back memories of my childhood, listening to his records and imagining playing those songs myself. It's that relation that made it hard at the time.
The other one, and you all can torch me, but a good sliver of you were there with me that day it happened... was Fez. And that one actually got to me more than Bowie.
Stupid, isn't it? I had probably listened to the old Ron and Fez shows for maybe a decade by that point, never heard them live, missed all the great stuff as it happened. But I felt for the Big Cat: struggling with life and just trying, trying, trying to get through. Some days you'd never hear him, and others he'd be on fire with jokes. Up to the retirement, the rare call ins, the last live show appearance, hearing his joy when his Buccaneers won - it's daft to say you get invested, but you really do in a way. And I think knowing that he never found the love he truly wanted (and according to his own sister, he even believed he would never find it) is why I felt that one so much. You wanted the guy to die happy, you know?
Alright, enough emotion. Better turn on some John Wayne and go shoot a red deer.
Longer answer, you're probably lying to yourself a little because there will be at least one that hits you.
I never thought I'd give much of a shit, but I grew up a very big fan of David Bowie, and that hit harder than I expected. I didn't fucking cry or anything, but it brought back memories of my childhood, listening to his records and imagining playing those songs myself. It's that relation that made it hard at the time.
The other one, and you all can torch me, but a good sliver of you were there with me that day it happened... was Fez. And that one actually got to me more than Bowie.
Stupid, isn't it? I had probably listened to the old Ron and Fez shows for maybe a decade by that point, never heard them live, missed all the great stuff as it happened. But I felt for the Big Cat: struggling with life and just trying, trying, trying to get through. Some days you'd never hear him, and others he'd be on fire with jokes. Up to the retirement, the rare call ins, the last live show appearance, hearing his joy when his Buccaneers won - it's daft to say you get invested, but you really do in a way. And I think knowing that he never found the love he truly wanted (and according to his own sister, he even believed he would never find it) is why I felt that one so much. You wanted the guy to die happy, you know?
Alright, enough emotion. Better turn on some John Wayne and go shoot a red deer.