“How do you want people to remember you after you die?”
How do I want people to remember me, or how will they remember me?
Check and mate. Matthew is the most argumentative person I know (besides myself), and even in the context of interviewing him for an article that’s meant to positively reflect his humanity, he still managed to remain antagonistic as fuck. Each and every question was an opportunity to foster an argument, and the first thing you should know about Matthew, is that he’s an opportunist. That said, there is logic behind this man’s madness.
I think that sometimes people can express their true selves when they’re angry. When you’re in an argument and your adrenaline is running, you just open up. That’s kind of when the real you comes out.
I can’t protest those words. Obviously, when we’re in the midst of anger, we can say things that we don’t actually mean, but I think that if you read between the lines, there is always some truth there; humanity is amplified, drawn from the skin, and if you look close enough, it can be seen. In that sense, I should count myself lucky. Matthew sees me in all my self-deprecating truth, and still respects me enough to be one of my best mates.
Although I have just introduced Matthew as someone with an affinity to argue, he’s a little more than that. He’s also an inside sales account manager (or just a “fucking champion”, he says), a food enthusiast, an entrepreneur in the making, and JUMP’s (a trampoline park) most loyal customer. We’ve known each other since high school, and as he knows for sure by now, I like to get right to the point.
“What’s one experience in your life that changed you the most?”
I hadn’t thought about this until right now, but within a month of starting work, I accidentally, kind of intentionally sent an email with the words “that’s gay” to my entire company. At high school, you hear that stuff all the time, but in a corporate environment it did not go over well… especially when a few people at work were in fact gay. Luckily, they were good humoured about it. Nowadays, when I hear someone say “that’s gay” or “don’t be a homo”, I want to punch them in the face.
This ain’t just some glittery anecdote either. Whenever we’re in a group of friends hanging out and someone misuses the word ‘gay’ or refers to it in a derogatory manner, he’s the first one to tell them to pull their head in. I don’t mean to get all sentimental, but Matthew is one of my only straight male friends, and to have him not only accept my sexuality, but also stand up for it? That’s what LGBT tears are made of.
I don’t know about you, but sometimes I take myself way too seriously. Rewind my blog, and read this, this or this, and my tendency to overthink is proven. Matthew however, teaches me and continues to teach me, that sometimes I oughta just chill.
“How did you learn to not take everything so seriously?”
Honestly, I had a proper crying fit in bed at 2 in the morning, when I came to the conclusion that everyone I’ve ever known, is going to die before or after me. All of a sudden it was kind of just like; you know what; fuck it.
Going back to the beginning of the article, after he had finished arguing with me about the question, he did end up telling me how he wanted people to remember him after he dies.
As a loveable asshole.
Well Matthew, you aren’t even dead yet, and I already love you, and think you’re an asshole.