Being the astute observer that I am, gifted with the powers of introspection, pure logic and invisibility (yeah, right...), I've been noticing a certain very irritating trend developing among some of my country men and women. Here I am, walking along, minding my own business, when suddenly, in a parking lot, I spot a car with a unique feature: a photo of a dude wearing one of those sleeveless T-shirts, with a beer in his hand. Now that wouldn't have been irritating, if the guy weren't dead, and if that wasn't a tribute to his life. Remember him, won't you? He was a bloke who had allot more money than you, had a better car than you, and who crashed the car like the git that he was and killed himself. Yeah, and we really would want to remember him... No doubt about it...
Now, just the other day, in the campus of my college, I have once again spotted something similar. A picture of a girl, about 19 years old.
"Ow... Look how happy and full of life she is..."
"Actually she's full of death now."

I mean why? Why would such a crappy subculture develop? Why would people stick a picture of their dead friends on their car windows? At least in Bulgaria, there are pictures of dead people on the wall of their former homes... And that's been going on for some time... But pictures of dead people and not on their former cars? (now scrap metal, I suppose)

So please, stop the madness people... We don't want to know that you had a friend who died in a car crash. We don't want to know how he or she looked with flesh and meat on him/her. We don't want to know. Get over your grief, rip those pictures off your cars and you yourselves don't forget them. Because we don't have to remember them if we haven't forgotten them. Because we haven't freakin known them. Ever.