My Dad
15 years ago
General
My Dad died a month ago, on Sept 25th. It was pretty horrific. I didn't want to post anything at the time, because it seemed like too much begging for attention. At least, here, where I don't really know anyone well.
Things... aren't really going well. Haven't been for a while, still aren't. I looked in my sketchbook and noticed the last time I attempted drawing was Sept 22nd. I still don't feel like doing that.
And with his passing, there are complications...
If I had to describe how I feel right now, I'd say I feel I'm being forced to run on broken legs. I'm bloodied in an arena, on my knees, despair laughing and saying "Go Ahead, HIT ME AGAIN!"
And the universe, as always, delivers.
So. Yeah. There's an emergency going on. The emergency is still going on.
Things... aren't really going well. Haven't been for a while, still aren't. I looked in my sketchbook and noticed the last time I attempted drawing was Sept 22nd. I still don't feel like doing that.
And with his passing, there are complications...
If I had to describe how I feel right now, I'd say I feel I'm being forced to run on broken legs. I'm bloodied in an arena, on my knees, despair laughing and saying "Go Ahead, HIT ME AGAIN!"
And the universe, as always, delivers.
So. Yeah. There's an emergency going on. The emergency is still going on.
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I've found my attitude doesn't really matter. I've asked, begged, prayed for a break: Didn't happen. I've asked, begged, prayed that the forces at large quit playing around with the slow inexorable crush and just kill me: didn't happen. Asked, begged, prayed that it all works out, and it doesn't, or at least some problems are going on 15 years and not working out yet. I've asked for a clear sign, got those, they were: you're screwed and you lost. I've been sucked into problems I don't want to deal with, that I didn't cause and can't fix, by virtue of being the sole responsible person in the vicinity. And a couple times I've finally made peace with it all, stopped agonizing for a few days, and then something steamrollers me that I might have avoided if I'd been paying attention.
If it's God's plan, it sucks. I'm continually forced towards the conclusion that God/Universe is evil, is powerless to assist, or doesn't care. Forced to continually suck down the lesson that there is no control over anything, there isn't even the illusion of control, and largely whatever I do is irrelevant and only matters if I think it matters. A conclusion that maybe only psychopaths are truly happy, truly guilt free. No good deed goes unpunished.
Anyhow, thanks for the thoughts. I keep telling myself it won't last forever, but it sure feels like it, and my impulse to scream and curl up in a corner has been going on for a long, long time now.
I'm not going to give you the same old nonsense about how it "makes us stronger" and we need to "heal," blah, blah, blah. I say KICK ASS AND TAKE NAMES. When you're alone and things need to get done, DO THEM. Don't ask for permission and don't wait for approval. You'll never get them. And when the relatives who should have been standing beside you try to complain, tell them to go straight to hell. When I look back at my tragedies, the only regrets I have are about the actions I DIDN'T take. So take those actions and don't look back.
The people I admire most are the ones who have the strength to sever relationships that suck them dry. I've seen so many good, talented people driven to despair by friends and relatives who can't or won't do anything for themselves and take advantage of the good nature of a caring soul who can't bear to be alone. Well, BEAR IT. You will find that without the burdens of bad relationships, even if you're completely alone, you'll feel FREE. And that will allow you to grow CONTENT.
A decade ago, I did something that turned out to be the most positive thing I could have done. I made a point to spend time with people I like (or at least could TOLERATE) at least 2 or 3 times a week. It didn't matter WHO they were or WHAT kind of relationship I had with them, it only mattered that I was out and socializing. You don't need constant joy. Reducing the number of hair-pulling days gets the job done.
I agree, the universe DOES give us more than we can handle, but only because "the universe" is not a caring, feeling thing. We ARE, and we show it by dealing with it.
(I didn't intend to write all that, but there it is.)
This is very good advice. I'll try to take it. Especially the part about getting sucked dry, and how family aren't friends.