Of Hell and No More Ricky Martin

Sartre once said: Hell is eternity spent in a room with your friends.

I find that quote rather profound. And it makes a very good retort too. When someone says: 'Go to Hell!', just reply simply 'I'm sorry I can't, I'm there already'. Note: This only works if the person who cursed you is your friend. Strange, noting that people who usually curse aren't exactly what we shall call friends, but nonetheless, a good retort is still a good retort. =)

Imagine this situation:

You die. You are sent to be judged by the divine power, and you realised that you weren't good enough. Apparently, all the swear words you have used are back to nip you in the butt and you didn't dance as much as you should, after all, dancing can conspicuously increase your 'merit' points. Furthermore, you shook your bon-bon to Ricky Martin. Another no-no. You curse (another bad point) but since you know you are doomed you couldn't care less. The divine power look(s) at you sadly and shake(s) his/her head and pointed his/her finger downwards. The earth comes crashing to you, literally, and you fall.

You fall. And fall. And fall. Until what seems like eternity, you arrive...

... in a room with your friends. You seem somewhat suprised. Your friends see you coming in and start cheering. They tell you that this is heaven actually, as you still have one another. You take a look around and you see your best friend since primary school, your other half, your colleagues at work (most of them lawyers) as well as your boss. You feel happy and elated as there are people you can relate too, people you have known for many years. 'This can't be hell', you think. You smile and are convinced that the divine power has/have gone a bit cuckoo after seeing so many people that he/she made a mistake.

Then...

You see your wife talking to your ex-girlfriends. They are pointing your way and are looking extremely murderous. You realise that you have kept a lot of secrets from them and they are sharing what little they know about you. Your colleagues are plotting a scheme with your boss. They too, seem to have found out all the various backstabs you have dealt upon them. Uh oh. And your best friend, lets just say he is the ringleader of sorts, announcing all your dark, dirty secrets for all of them to hear. They turn on you. You cower in fear. You notice that suddenly, some of them are holding cleavers and lead pipes. They are laughing maniacally, planning to give you the treatment you deserve. You kneel and pray for divine intervention.

Then...

Another friend drops in. This time around, you start the attack to divert their attention. And the cycle goes on and on and on.

Hey, hell isn't that fun after all.

Current Music: First Wives' Club OST's You Don't Own Me