March 23, 2005

I like this, I have grief counselling on Tuesday and then on Wednesday I read rabbit blog and something wise generally gets planted front and centre in my brain causing my left eye to twitch with the profundity of it all.

Sorry, that sounded snide. I am trying not to sound snide but its always my first reaction to having a cry-ey feeling in my throat, and I am in a public space and someone is right behind me so I am not going to let it all hang out right now.

So here is the context;

well no, here's the link;
For the widows in paradise

..and here's the context;
Worthwhile digression #1 ** Nota bene this is an excellent, excellent entry. If it weren't so long ( and my grief counsellor weren't so opposed to tattoos). I would recommend tattoo-ing it somewhere on your body where you can read it without getting a crick in your neck.

and here's some more;

Something more comfortable

For people who can't/won't/haven' the time. Here's a summary,

This guy who has hard luck in love finally gets to be with the woman of his dreams after 15 years of crossed wires. Then she gets cancer, than she dies, AFTER THREE WEEKS...

He's been on a road to getting his head straight anyways before this whole badness happened. So despite his grief and rage, he's trying to cope with the black humour burlesque of his life. However, following christmas his disabled elder brother gets a brain tumour the size of a golf ball, and dies IN THREE WEEKS.

Yeah, so Rabbits been a spiritual advisor for this guy, and here's is what is going down on the blog (and if you have read all my links you can skip this)

rabbit;
Lately, I think I'm translating sadness - which is a constant, in some form, no matter how happy you are - into 1) anger, 2) irritation, 3) nitpicking, 4) road rage expressed through spitty, unoriginal outbursts like "Cocksucker." and "Fucking idiot." as opposed to livelier statements like "Ah, very nice. Way to drive, chumpy!" or "No, you first! I insist! Tonight is your night to shine!" 4) alienated feelings, but the flat, colorless kind that don't lend you any real insight into anything. I'm experiencing sadness only occasionally, through 1) sad dreams, 2) sad songs, 2) the low moments on "Deadwood." But those experiences aren't really sinking in - they're fleeting, consumed like other transient bits of media.

I'm blocking it all out. And that's a pretty normal state of things for most people. You can't always feel everything the right way - there is no right way - or the healthiest or most complete way. When you're sad you forget that happy is an option. When you're happy (relatively), you block sad out of the frame.

Blocking sad out of the frame sucks, though, because then your negative feelings take ugly, annoying forms, like self-hatred and moodiness and depression. Comparing rich, deeply-felt sadness to irritation and vague depression is like comparing a heartbreaking Italian opera to the hollow sound of nails screeching across a blackboard.

So. When you go to Europe and contemplate an odd, lonely new life or a sudden, untimely demise, when you wander around nibbling on really good cheese and tasting good wine and thinking it's all bullshit because your woman is gone and your brother is gone and who the fuck will be the next to go anyway?, what you're actually doing is exploring a warmer palette of colors to paint with for the rest of your life. You're ensuring that good will be beautiful and so will bad, that tiny little things will always matter way, way too much and music will hit you in the gut and the sky will look very very different from day to day.

So I don't know.. part of me wants the opposite of that, and Modest Mouse sums it up when they sing;

"If life isn't beautiful without the pain/then I guess I'd rather not see beauty ever again."

Or maybe it's this; - I don't want to cry to sad songs, I want to be stoic, and I don't want to "lean into it," I want it to leave me alone sometimes.

But I was talking to a friend the other day who has a black belt in emotional restraint and I said I thought my problem was a lack of emotional control and she said she thought that people should feel whatever they were feeling - regardless of the outcomes. So maybe there is a certain grass is greener here for all of us, whatever we do we never feel its the right way to be doing it.

Or here's an idea...

Riffing on this "okay to have my feelings whatever they happen to be"; I think I conflate having feelings with enacting them on other people and on myself.

Ie; people can be sad, I can be sad and not *have to* hurt myself for it or because of it.

My mom, could have been sad and chosen not to hurt herself because of it but she couldn't make that choice for some reason that I will never really understand (I don' think). Which kills me, she could have had depression and made a choice to stop hurting herself for feelings of sadness she had very little control over and she couldn't and not surprisingly I couldn't do it for her either.

And now, I am realizing that I think I do the same thing she did to a little lesser degree.

woah.

Niki said 27 is a hard time because the astrological signs all make full circle and you are sitting under your birth sign again - which apparently is very sucky. I don't feel sucky (precisely, I feel like I just got this glowing blue sword and sometimes I accidentally cut myself with it) but I wish sometimes I could stop thinking about this shit - you know a week-end break from a psychic break.

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