this is a rather random commentary. it may be how 2020 blog posts go as i really have no direction at the moment.
I ran into a former person that i once knew on twitter.
i don’t hang at twitter exactly but i have auto feeds there and i forget.
i went there because i wondered if i c/should develop a feed for my alter ego artist self there. i don’t want things alter ego to mesh with my me world. i am sure that i am naive to think that they don’t already mesh but…
the twitter person mentioned dumped me and a project we had steeped in for a year because of my facial hair and beard.
“the project is over. i want nothing to do with you – don’t expect anyone to take you seriously with that hair on your face.”
this was written via an email on christmas after generously gifting me two bags of food just earlier in the day.
never heard from the person again. POOF.
this person was a serious fan of my writing and my photography since 2007. a HUGE, encouraging, absolutely adoring fan. we met for the first time in 2015.
I won’t go into ALL the details of the year we worked together. I will say this… that person took me on like a pet, a poor/struggling pet who “needed” help. that persons truth. not mine. someone who takes on a person as philanthropic good. I can bypass someone thinking less of me when there is a creative opportunity at hand. I also am willing to give a new friendship a try but i am also adult enough to know that folks who are new to my life may not become my next best friend — that’s how I felt about the circumstance. as time went on. this person had some serious issues. my largest complaint was how this person treated people that were supposed to be family. life partners. I never witnessed someone so verbally critical and cruel. like wince material. the spouse would cower. the spouse would hide. not kidding. add a drinking problem to all of that.
“we need to stop working now. i need to drink.”
I scroll this persons twitter feed. IT WAS UGLY. Political and .fanatic zeal at a very high pitch. evangelical almost. stuff that that would make anyone run. How can such drama and rant beget any respect or credibility? all it did for me is have me shake my head.
and then, i thought. where does the love go.
and then, i started to think of all the folks who have dumped me.
and then, more thoughts …where does the love go.
of course i then found myself upset
i have two marriages behind me. lost mr’s, the lying/dumping of mr cowboy and folks in recent years. perhaps thats true for most. as they say people come and go in our lives. in my family folks left as early as age 5.
do i feel love for them? those gone?
i do not.
i recall the beginnings of all that love. all of it
i know exactly when the love for them left my heart.
the thing is with so many
i don’t know WHY the love left THEIR hearts.
I feel hurt.
I know in my past i have tried when i can to find closure
why isn’t closure important to others?
earlier this year i read a book.
i am pretty sure i wrote about it.
the book i read was about depression.
not a topic i read about regularly.
not that i am not curious but with times of anxiety at the tip of my tongue sometimes
it’s not what i feel a wondering about.
this book shifted that for me. it made my troubles seem insignificant by comparison.
this person is clinically depressed, medicated and wants to die. she made fun of this desire to die with such ease that the deep deep despair was actually very funny. she made me laugh. the book was fascinating and alarming. this person is a real handful. imagine celebrity status. imagine a book that makes a difference for many, profoundly actually. impressive, and important. depression is so real for so many. The book launch passes by. life continues to happens and this person shares it and all the details on social media. the content is nuts. off the wall crazy. i think to myself, wow this person is a total nutcase and people love her. epic, complicated, hurtful, train wreck lunatic, and there is this entourage of people around her. always. they love her.
so then i wonder where does the love go. for me.
and then, i feel sorry for myself. and start wondering if i could have done something differently. that’s a pretty one sided conversation. where does the love go. where does the like go. where do people go when they leave, do they ever wonder how i am ????? does it matter that i wonder about them?
image taken eleven years ago.