No, I will not kill you, Ann
Sorry about the meltdown on Friday. Life has twisted ways of reminding me that simply being a good person and trying my best does not protect me from its impersonal cruelty. Are things better? Not really, but at least I remembered that the point is to keep pushing forward and hoping. Eventually it'll all come together.
Other news:
Someone has kindly given me a Dreamwidth invite code. I set myself up over there in order to keep imposter goddessdsters from setting up camp. I got as far as the Bio and froze. There is just nothing interesting I can say about myself right now. I'm not even certain how I feel about this whole Dreamwidth thing, or that it's even necessary. I just figure having a mirror journal (eventually) cannot hurt.
I am currently reading and weeping through Beautiful Boy. It is amazing. I say that not as someone who is having her eyes opened for the first time to the vagaries of drug addiction. Drug and alcohol addiction has been a factor influencing my life since I was very young. I have loved ones who are currently in the throes of it and it sickens and saddens me, and makes me feel helpless and angry. But at least it isn't happening to my own child. I can only feel a shadow of what David Sheff has gone through, and that shadow is intense and heartfelt. This beautifully written account of one father's love for his meth-addicted son is a must-read for anyone who has any curiosity or interest in the effects of drug addiction and alcoholism on people and their families.
Speaking on the long-term effects of alcoholism and drug addiction on families:
Last night's LOCI has me in a quandary. If the past two seasons of fanfiction-like extremism hadn't happened, would it have seemed more interesting? Personally, I was pleased to see Goren face a family history so similar to his own and not play the "I was in your shoes" card. We have become too accostomed to having every emotion of his thrown into our faces and then smeared around when we used to have to piece such things out from small gestures and expressions. Not every situation is going to make him lose his shit and there comes a time when a person has to disconnect from what is going on around him. That is what I see when I watch: A man on the verge of imploding (as opposed to exploding last season), just trying to hold it all together. As a character study, it is fascinating. Is it working for the show? Jury's still out.
I am going to see Star Trek tonight. On the Imax. For FREE. Weep now.
Other news:
Someone has kindly given me a Dreamwidth invite code. I set myself up over there in order to keep imposter goddessdsters from setting up camp. I got as far as the Bio and froze. There is just nothing interesting I can say about myself right now. I'm not even certain how I feel about this whole Dreamwidth thing, or that it's even necessary. I just figure having a mirror journal (eventually) cannot hurt.
I am currently reading and weeping through Beautiful Boy. It is amazing. I say that not as someone who is having her eyes opened for the first time to the vagaries of drug addiction. Drug and alcohol addiction has been a factor influencing my life since I was very young. I have loved ones who are currently in the throes of it and it sickens and saddens me, and makes me feel helpless and angry. But at least it isn't happening to my own child. I can only feel a shadow of what David Sheff has gone through, and that shadow is intense and heartfelt. This beautifully written account of one father's love for his meth-addicted son is a must-read for anyone who has any curiosity or interest in the effects of drug addiction and alcoholism on people and their families.
Speaking on the long-term effects of alcoholism and drug addiction on families:
Last night's LOCI has me in a quandary. If the past two seasons of fanfiction-like extremism hadn't happened, would it have seemed more interesting? Personally, I was pleased to see Goren face a family history so similar to his own and not play the "I was in your shoes" card. We have become too accostomed to having every emotion of his thrown into our faces and then smeared around when we used to have to piece such things out from small gestures and expressions. Not every situation is going to make him lose his shit and there comes a time when a person has to disconnect from what is going on around him. That is what I see when I watch: A man on the verge of imploding (as opposed to exploding last season), just trying to hold it all together. As a character study, it is fascinating. Is it working for the show? Jury's still out.
I am going to see Star Trek tonight. On the Imax. For FREE. Weep now.