Our Love Story...
Anyone who was old enough to listen to Radio 1 in the 80s will no doubt remember Simon Bates, and in particular his segment Our Tune. For those unfamiliar with it, it featured a boken hearted listener writing in with some impossibly sad tale of lost love, which Simon would read out, followed by their choice of tune. The tales were in the vein of boy meets girl, boy gets girl, boy suffers horrific digestive biscuit accident, girl dumps boy, girl marries member of Bucks Fizz, boy becomes obssessed stalker hassling radio stations to play "Lady in Red". You know how it goes.
Well, yesterday afternoon I happened across the blog equivilant of an Our Tune letter at Our Love Story.... Now I have the upmost sympathy for those that have loved and lost, I truly do, but this guy has obviously become unhinged. It's really sad, in a laughed-till-my-stomach-hurt kind of way. Maybe I'm just a heartless bastard, I don't know.
The whole website suggests this guy is on the brink (photos of tear-ridden tissues, the plinky-plink web music, the rolling messages in the status bar, the poetry) but my favorite has to be the homemade t-shirt he gave his ex for Christmas. Unfortunately he lost the "S" from the "Merry Xmas 2005" emblazoned across the front, thus creating a clothing item wishing a happy skin condition.
I'm not happy with myself finding amusement in someone else's misery and it isn't something I plan on making a habit of. I hope that, in some small way, by finding mirth in others sadness, that some of my laughter will find its way to them and stop them from cutting up Hello Kitty dolls and sending them in the post to their ex.
6 comments:
Oh, hell. That poor man. I feel so so sorry for him. He's clearly lost his entire tiny mind. Although, losing your mind is one thing. Documenting that loss on a public blogsite is another...
Poor bugger.
Fuck, now I'm worried about myself. Is there something wrong with me, that I didn't find that funny at all, just really really sad. What's happening to me? If I can no longer laugh at the misery of others, my whole way of life will crumble...
I definitely don't think it's a bad thing that you feel sympathy for the chap. He's obviously got a serious problem and perhaps being so cold and posting about it isn't a very nice thing to do. You've got me feeling a bit bad about it now...
However, I can't deny the fact that I did find it funny. Thinking about that t-shirt is making me chuckle as I type. I guess in my defence, I'm not laughing at the guy's misery as such, just his psychotic website. Er...
Ah dammit, it's inexcusable that I not only found this guy's plight funny, but I then decided to post it on my blog. Thing is I'd do it again - what can I say? I'm just plain warped and evil. Next thing I'll be watching and enjoying You've Be Framed with my dad.
I wasn't blaming you, or saying you were wrong/mean/a bastard. I am simply conserned that I didn't find something like this funny...
Pehaps the reason you didn't find it funny is because it isn't funny. Perhaps it takes a very warped sense of humour to find anything funny in the guy's misery. I mean, just because I was chuckling all the way home last night in no way means that anyone else should find humour in it.
Gary, if it makes you feel any better, I thought it was hilarious. But then I'm a notoriously harsh person, so maybe that's no compensation.
To ease both your minds, I personally think it might be a spoof: to me it has that sort of feel to it, especially the T-shirt bit. That just seems too good to be true. Also, consider the picture of the tissue.
Even if I'm wrong, I'm sure that, once 'my Dear' sees the touching online tribute to her, she'll come running back...right?
Catherine
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