Ok first yes this is long overdue. I wrote an RIP thing about the wrestler Chyna but more or less at the same time the artist Prince died or to give him his full name Prince Rogers Nelson. I was sad that he passed but the truth is it was the passing of someone who no longer ressembled the artist I had adored in my youth.
So I didnt mourn his passing so much as it was like a freind you used to know but could now hardly regognise. What do I take from all of this? I take that a person is a balanced complex mess of emotions and beliefs and spirituality and sexuality and the real way to keep it real is to be true to every element of yourself, we all have a quiet side and a wild side, a deep side and a shallow side, if you try to kill some of them or supress them to be more this or that you become a fake version of yourself and a fake person is more unlikable than any other type of person be they loud or quiet, deep or shallow real is always better.
In the words of the purple one himself ''Life is a Parade''