For Cort's reception, they want everyone to bring white origami cranes. She enjoyed making them, as they brought her 'moments of peace throughout her daily existence'.
I don't know how to make cranes.
This is starting to look like a happy funeral. I don't like happy funerals. I feel lousy. I don't feel happy. I don't want happiness forced on me. And I know that I'm only going to be there alone and facing a long drive home before I can finally have that belt I need.
What was that children's book about the girl with leukemia and she had to make a thousand paper cranes as part of a visualization thing to fight her cancer and then she died anyway? I hated that book. It made me feel lousy. All that work, and no payoff? Welcome to the cold randomness of the universe, kid. There is no meritocracy, just stupid, shit luck. Come to think of it, it probably had a lot to do with me becoming the cynical hard-edged existentialist I am today. Life is shit, then it ends. Trololo.
What stage is 'anger' again?