Pain is Life, Get Used to It: Know, Not Fear, That Someday You’re Going to Die

CLEVELAND – Ever have the kind of day where you’d rather stab yourself in the eye with a rusty spoon than listen to any more excuses, bullshit or equally infuriating negativity our insipid, mundane life has to offer? Then welcome. This is me at my most nihilistic.

Yes, I’ve been under the weather lately (honestly, I never get sick — but when I do it’s obscene. Ugh). So perhaps that’s part of the equation. But I’m not talking about sickness.

I’m talking about being sick and tired of being sick and tired. Life is cruel, indifferent, deaf. Sometimes you have to shout, cry out, stomp your feet. Whatever necessary to shake it off and move on. So I am. Via another rant.

I am SICK AND TIRED:

Of year after year after year of hearing NO from others, and especially an industry I love, an industry I have sacrificed countless hours, relationships, blood, sweat and tears for — only to continually be overlooked, disregarded, disappointed, jaded and patronized. Too smart. Too enthusiastic. Overqualified. Underqualified. Too young. Know-it-all. Entitled. Cocky.

Of Excuses

>’What have I done to deserve you?’ (relationships, breakups). So rich I can’t even comment further.

>’It’s tough out there… (others referring to the economy — to which I am unequivocally allergic and  intolerant. The economy does NOT determine our destiny. WE do)

>’It’s not your time yet’ (if not now, then when? If not you, then who?) And how is it everyone else seems to know what’s best for you?! Wish I was that lofty and special. When everything’s superlative, nothing is.

>’Everyone has to pay dues.’ No shit, Sherlock. I don’t care how old you are, age is just a number. I care about who you are and how you have lived, how you treat others. It’s called experience, integrity –character.  There are some who never amount to anything in life, never move beyond the maturity or mentality of a two-year-old.

Get over yourself.

When you’ve faced your mortality and pain like others do you might actually have something to say. Polarizing? Yes. This is me caring.

Of Clichés

‘There’s always a light at the end of the tunnel’ or ‘It’s all been done before.’  Profound, tell me more.

And most nauseating: Maybe you’re not trying hard enough. Seriously? What about those who say don’t try too hard, don’t care too much? Again, all too inane to further comment.

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Tell Me About It

Every f(expletive)-ing day, myself and countless others choose to get out of bed and face the same joke, the same lie:

A lie that says if you’re a first-generation degree holder in your family, you’ll break a cycle of financial stasis, income barrier. And not be wasting away in a part-time, minimum-wage job, isolated from loved ones, faces or places you call home and wandering a tired godforsaken place, people and cesspool of limitations, wondering how much longer until reprieve, some break that just might be deserved at some time or place in history.

A lie that says if you finance your own education, you’ll reap the benefits of easier transportation (a car perhaps), a better job and quality of life.

A lie that says you’ll be okay, because you know what it’s like to be on your own since 15, to have to fight and scrimp and scrape for everything you have and are. 

A lie that says if you work over 10 years in the same industry and graduate college, you’ll be able to work at least full-time.

A lie that says we reward and hire on the value of merit, not seniority or favoritism.

A lie that says if you are loving and compassionate and give more than you take, you will not suffer or endure continual pain, struggle or challenges. That everyone is capable of gratitude, heart and altruism.

A lie that says anyone cares about you more than you could care for yourself, that anyone is invested in your well-being, worth and safety more than you are.

Call it pride, but when it comes down to it, I expect absolutely nothing of or from others. No one owes you anything. No one will love, trust, respect or work for you the way you can, will and must. 

At the end of the day, the only one you have is YOU. Whether through tears of joy or despair, fits of fear or rage, remember it. Count on it.

And keep believing whatever delusions will move you until you reach the Truth of your heart, mind and body.

In the words of Rainer Maria Rilke: At the bottom no one in life can help anyone else in life. This one experiences over and over in every conflict and every perplexity: that one is alone. That isn’t as bad as it may first appear; and again it is the best thing in life that each should have everything in himself: his fate, his future, his whole expanse and world. 

Sicky? Time for a Harry Potter Marathon

CLEVELAND – Okay, I’ll admit it: I’m such a hipogriff. Er, Harry Potter geek. In the same way I get down and nerdy about glasses, sunglasses, new tech platforms, sheet music, books or shoes (dang, I really am a dork) — few things lift my spirits like Dobby, Sirius Black, Luna Lovegood or Mad-Eye Moody (not to mention stellar casting, music, special effects and creative mastermind Chris Columbus).

In my last post I mentioned a run-in with freshly hot bacon grease and a frying pan (never again will I be half-awake, on the phone and trying to make breakfast). Fortunately, I was wearing long sleeves, but the resulting splotches of second-degree burns ended up blistering and lowering my immune system, compounding recent travels, work and general spring shenanigans. Perhaps I should also thank Cleveland torrential rain over the past month for its generous contributions…

And so, with the aid of a revised sleeping schedule, NyQuil nighttime (of course, CVS carded me. Friends and family continue to laugh it up: 25 going on 16; old soul, babyface…yada yada) and a much-needed reunion with cooking my own meals, I enjoyed some R&R with what has been lauded as the Wizard of Oz of this generation: Harry, Hogwarts and friends.

house elf Harry Potter Deathly Hallows
Dobby Only Meant to Maim or…Seriously Injure!

One of my favorite Facebook groups in college (other than B**ch, please…I’m from California! lol) was similarly irreverent: F**k this, I’m transferring to Hogwarts. So in the spirit of said irreverance, I set up fort on the couch and held my own book and movie marathon, freshening up on all the quirks, detours and seemingly minute details of the seven-part fantasy series. There’s no other way to describe Rowling’s genius but sublime.

Since childhood I’ve been obsessed with science fiction, fantasy and series like Encyclopedia Brown, Goosebumps, Ramona Quimby, SuperFudge, Warton and Morton, Stephen King and Dean Koontz, to name a few. Other favorites were the Phantom Tollbooth, EB White’s the Trumpet of the Swan, Sterling North’s Rascal and Dr.Seuss. Naturally, I’ve always loved Disney too, and am pretty sure I’ll still be watching and reading with my kids, grandkids one day. Some things are timeless. Reading is no exception, and is something inextricably bound to proper grammar, style and precision of language.

But back to Harry Potter. Here are a few delightful resources, as well as the new trailer for the final installment of the movie series due this summer, July 15th.

Harry Potter PR and Marketing books 

MuggleNet.com

J.K. Rowling official site

The Leaky Cauldron

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