Mica H.
2022-09-03 03:43:31 UTC
Sometimes being right is a real bitch; he died four days after my last post. I came down with covid the same day and wound up too sick to fly to the funeral. On the one hand it saved me all the inane smiling and nodding while people say lovely things that don’t help you at all. On the other, I remain closure free.
And grief, oh, grief. It’s quite the can opener. You can be quietly minding your business cooking dinner, start weeping a bit about your poor dead father for no specific reason, and then suddenly have a horrifying moment of clarity about some other aspect of your life. Is the clarity legitimate and simply facilitated by your emotional trauma? Or is your grief falsely metastasizinig? (Heh. Cancer pun intended.) Is there really a difference?
Work has been a distraction. Drinking tequila and going for a run more so (I don’t take the dogs; I’m not an irresponsible monster). But getting stabbed with a needle for two hours yesterday is our winner so far. I was toying with the idea of getting a therapist, but pinko’s post has convinced me to trust my baser instincts.
M
[‘alcoholism and self mutilation it is.’]
And grief, oh, grief. It’s quite the can opener. You can be quietly minding your business cooking dinner, start weeping a bit about your poor dead father for no specific reason, and then suddenly have a horrifying moment of clarity about some other aspect of your life. Is the clarity legitimate and simply facilitated by your emotional trauma? Or is your grief falsely metastasizinig? (Heh. Cancer pun intended.) Is there really a difference?
Work has been a distraction. Drinking tequila and going for a run more so (I don’t take the dogs; I’m not an irresponsible monster). But getting stabbed with a needle for two hours yesterday is our winner so far. I was toying with the idea of getting a therapist, but pinko’s post has convinced me to trust my baser instincts.
M
[‘alcoholism and self mutilation it is.’]