This is about that night with me and you and the hedgehog, isn't it? Look man, I told you... things happen. You have you move on.
Seriously though, working through all of this is what life, and art, is about. It's not always a pretty process, but I think, with time, you can own it and make it into something beautiful. It sounds like you're well on your way. Much love.
I know it sounds shallow and insufficient, but whatever bad thing happened to you only enhances how amazed I am by your kindness; it’s hard to be kind, and it’s harder when life has given you every reason not to.
Whatever bad thing happened to you, you didn't deserve it, and you don't deserve being cut off by people when you trust them enough to share it, like it was your fault. We are all utterly alone, except when we are or pretend to be Exactly Like Everybody Else And Completely Unbroken; but alone doesn’t have to mean lonely and forlorn.
Great piece on the limits of the self narrative. Most people have pretty tight bounds around what they can accept as “normal”. Step outside that, and you are in fact alone. I encourage you to continue to think long and hard about how you want to present yourself. Cheryl Strayed wrote “Torch” (fiction) before she wrote “Wild”. I read “Torch” after I read “Wild” but it felt like a genesis story. At best, if you step too far out, people don’t believe what happened and label you a liar. At worst, they lump you in with the acts of others. Thank you for putting down your thoughts.
This phenomenon —something taking you out of the world of common experience— is so profound as to seem to me like a kind of philosophical epiphany; I think it's hard to understand how alone we all are until it happens to you and you're left "on the other side" of something from everyone else. (Of course: we're also very much not alone, can never be truly alone, but still).
You may have heard this before, but healing is not linear. You can often times think that you’re ok, it’s fine and it’ll never bother you again. But then it does. The good thing about our stories is that everyone has one. Some good, some bad, and mixes. My point is, I totally get keeping things close to the belt because of others judgement. On one hand, how they judge is not on you and that becomes their issue. On the other hand, it hurts when they carry out their judgement.
I’m time you will tell your story. Maybe you won’t though, but that’s ok too.
This is about that night with me and you and the hedgehog, isn't it? Look man, I told you... things happen. You have you move on.
Seriously though, working through all of this is what life, and art, is about. It's not always a pretty process, but I think, with time, you can own it and make it into something beautiful. It sounds like you're well on your way. Much love.
The entire point of this was not talking about the hedgehog!
Thanks man, I truly appreciate it 💙
You are a good in the world. Nothing from the then erodes this fact from the now.
This means more to me than I will ever be able to tell you.
I know it sounds shallow and insufficient, but whatever bad thing happened to you only enhances how amazed I am by your kindness; it’s hard to be kind, and it’s harder when life has given you every reason not to.
Whatever bad thing happened to you, you didn't deserve it, and you don't deserve being cut off by people when you trust them enough to share it, like it was your fault. We are all utterly alone, except when we are or pretend to be Exactly Like Everybody Else And Completely Unbroken; but alone doesn’t have to mean lonely and forlorn.
This means so much to me. I hope someday I can explain to you how much my friend.
I'll be here to support you the best I can if you ever feel like you can share it with me (I'll keep giving you my regular support otherwise lol)
Great piece on the limits of the self narrative. Most people have pretty tight bounds around what they can accept as “normal”. Step outside that, and you are in fact alone. I encourage you to continue to think long and hard about how you want to present yourself. Cheryl Strayed wrote “Torch” (fiction) before she wrote “Wild”. I read “Torch” after I read “Wild” but it felt like a genesis story. At best, if you step too far out, people don’t believe what happened and label you a liar. At worst, they lump you in with the acts of others. Thank you for putting down your thoughts.
I will pick up both of these, thank you. I appreciate the thoughts, something I spend possibly too much time thinking about :-)
This phenomenon —something taking you out of the world of common experience— is so profound as to seem to me like a kind of philosophical epiphany; I think it's hard to understand how alone we all are until it happens to you and you're left "on the other side" of something from everyone else. (Of course: we're also very much not alone, can never be truly alone, but still).
I lived 38 years the other way, and it has knocked me on my ass some. I'm getting there, but it really gets in your head.
You may have heard this before, but healing is not linear. You can often times think that you’re ok, it’s fine and it’ll never bother you again. But then it does. The good thing about our stories is that everyone has one. Some good, some bad, and mixes. My point is, I totally get keeping things close to the belt because of others judgement. On one hand, how they judge is not on you and that becomes their issue. On the other hand, it hurts when they carry out their judgement.
I’m time you will tell your story. Maybe you won’t though, but that’s ok too.
❤️
Thank you Kitan.