I try to keep business and pleasure separate. This being one and this being the other. However, from time to time I feel the need to bridge the gap between East and West. Soon and very soon we'll be a lot more business-y, all up ins, with a nice retrospective of some of my favorite slasher flicks and why I love 'em. But for now, I'm trying to help myself for once. Here is your repost, entitled:
" Sometimes I don't resonate with people. Sometimes things get downright livid. But there is a silent calm that comes after a fit of rage, and it's in this calm that realization always happens. They're the moments that a person can write off those finals chapters of life and end it all the easier way. They're the moments when it's so easy to abandon all hope.
It's an avalanche, if you'll allow that of me. Speaking directly about slaughtering yourself, it's never the last thing that happened. It's a misconception that a lot of people get strung up in. Ted down at the lumber mill one day up and offs himself, and the first question you hear on people's lips is "Why'd he do it?", but they don't really want to know. They want to know what 'pushed him over the edge', that exact phrase will always come up if you let it. But it's usually not that simple. It's an avalanche.
I understand that this point could be conveyed very simply by saying 'it's a lot of things that build up over time', but something gets lost in that. Some people come home to find their wife banging the pool cleaner, so they go out to the shed and find something sturdy. But some people don't get triggers like that. Some people are pushed so slowly out of bounds, that all it takes is for the weatherman to lie to you one more goddamn fucking time and-- We appear to have digressed again, because you opted for it.
As I was saying, realization always happens in these moments, but it isn't limited to being so morbid. Sometimes we can get a glimpse into everything we've ever known and wanted. Sometimes we receive extreme sincerity, and I don't mean something harsh like 'brutal honesty'. These are moments that are real. These are things worth walking away with. Sometimes the ends do justify the means.
What am I walking away from? And with? And where the fuck am I going to go now? This isn't quite over, and I will explain that in more painfully cryptic detail soon, I promise. But the feeling of the end being soon is there. In that same breath, though, I have a feeling this is not quite the end yet. We have to finish finish The Final Chapter before we can even think about starting A New Beginning. "
I understand that this point could be conveyed very simply by saying 'it's a lot of things that build up over time', but something gets lost in that. Some people come home to find their wife banging the pool cleaner, so they go out to the shed and find something sturdy. But some people don't get triggers like that. Some people are pushed so slowly out of bounds, that all it takes is for the weatherman to lie to you one more goddamn fucking time and-- We appear to have digressed again, because you opted for it.
As I was saying, realization always happens in these moments, but it isn't limited to being so morbid. Sometimes we can get a glimpse into everything we've ever known and wanted. Sometimes we receive extreme sincerity, and I don't mean something harsh like 'brutal honesty'. These are moments that are real. These are things worth walking away with. Sometimes the ends do justify the means.
What am I walking away from? And with? And where the fuck am I going to go now? This isn't quite over, and I will explain that in more painfully cryptic detail soon, I promise. But the feeling of the end being soon is there. In that same breath, though, I have a feeling this is not quite the end yet. We have to finish finish The Final Chapter before we can even think about starting A New Beginning. "
I hope we all get along.
