Office peer pressure

The mother of one of my coworkers has died, and a mass of people from the office are going to the funeral. Three people have stopped by my office to ask if I wanted a ride.

I don't.

I'm not going.

This has brought about some strange looks from coworkers, but here's the deal. The guy who's mother has died? I don't like him. He doesn't like me. The dislike is very mutual. So why, now that he's going through a very hard time, should I pretend as if I like him? I don't. He will know that. Why should I insult him in his time of grief by barging in on him and his family and friends?

Someone said (rather snottily, I might add), "Well, you'd feel differently if it were happening to you."

No I wouldn't. Why on earth would I want someone I don't like bothering me when I've got enough to deal with? It's hard enough being civil at times like that without having to be civil to people I actively dislike. I know this for a fact, having had to do it relatively recently. I know that some people prefer quantity over quality, but I'd rather have people around who genuinely cared, not just people who felt they "had" to be there or risk looking bad to the rest of the office/social circle.

I'm not planning on being mean to this guy or anything, and I've cut him a lot of slack lately, since I've known his mother has been ill. But I'm not going to suddenly become little miss best friend. That's insincere, and to my ethical code, just wrong, too.

A lot of people might not understand, but I think grief is private and should only be intruded upon and shared by those who genuinely care.

[shrug]

On a lighter note, I caught a different male coworker staring at my boobs today. I'm wearing a shirt with ooh-shiny! beads over the boobage area, and he was just staring as I spoke to him. Suddenly, he shook his head and looked up, saying, "Your ... shirt is all sparkly. It, uh, caught the light." Uh-huh. 'Kay. I'll buy that the shirt caught your attention, but that's not what made your eyes stay there. Male.