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Monday, September 15, 2008

He got the joke...

David Foster Wallace hung himself last week. The author of "Infinite Jest" now knows just what was so damn funny.
He knows the cosmic punchline, and I doubt it has anything to do with "Two Priests and a Rabbi go into a bar..."

It pisses me off when people of huge talent choose to go out that way.
(That is not me saying that people with mediocre talent, or none at all, should choose to kill themselves...I know how sensitive some can be.)
Did they burn so bright that they thought the only way to extinguish the flame was to do it themselves? Who knows... and it's too damn late to ask.

But you never know when the monsters in the closet may just turn out to be real, instead of shadow and boxes and sweaters in a lump.

I'll sleep with the night light on anyway, just in case.

My new disclaimer...yeah I know.

Okay, the old disclaimer was tired. The ideas were outdated and keeping me stuck in a place I don't want to be now for something more refreshing.

I have recently changed my views regarding women. Seems I had some issues with the fairer sex due to past pain and self- centered fear. (Yes...duh applies.)

I'm done with that.

Being in recovery has helped me change my entire life, perceptions and attitudes. I cannot change my history but I can change my today and my future.

I recently realized that the women I know in recovery are some of the strongest, bravest, most gentle and kind teachers I have ever had. You exemplify integrity and spiritual growth, and I hope you know who you are.

Some may know of my past marital and relationship history and been a participant in them as well. It's past and that's where it the past.

I own my part in those failures but claim no more responsibility in any misery you may be experiencing. I am sorry, but it's time to get off the cross. We need the wood.

Thank you all...