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It's Time To Write Again

"Life has a way of growing you up." ~Helen Hunt

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Location: Maryland, United States

"Trying to be fascinating is an asinine position to be in." -Katharine Hepburn

Friday, October 27, 2006

Too Close To The Heart

I've discovered that I have a troublesome habit. I involve myself too much into the books I am reading. I loose myself in the story and sometimes feel like the events, people and emotions are real. Or I'll forget that not everyone in the world is reading this book at the same time I am. So often I've started to say something to someone about a particularly juicy part of a book and will have to quickly remind myself that it isn't a TV show that others are surely watching. It is a book and the events and feelings are only in my mind. I'm sure there is some long-ass psycholigical term describing this, as there is with every quirk human nature can eek out.

I've often thought of joining a book club so I could be around others reading the same thing at the same time. For one thing, I truly don't have the time or opportunity to add one more thing onto my overflowing plate right now. For another thing, I read books so fast that it would be excruciating to deal with the slow process I imagine each book would require. Also, who's to say others are going to feel the immersion I feel into a book and could discuss the book in a manner that would do it justice? Besides, most people I know who are in book clubs usually end up reading the classics or stimulating non-fiction. No thanks, not for me.

I can read a book and feel the tramatic feelings the characters are feeling due to their losses, heartaches and wrong doings. On the flip side, I can read a hot steamy passage and be ready to have my own steamy session in seconds flat!

The part I just finished in the book I'm currently reading has the heroine being dogged by someone she thought was "the one". The feelings I have right now are as if I was the one wronged. Plus it has left me thinking. The people in this book are mid-life (50's) and are dealing with the same bullshit in relationships that were gone through in our 20's. God forbid you are in a situation to be beginning a relationship in your 50's but damned if you don't hope that by then you would have to wade through less shit than you did when you were in your 20's. Apparantly not.

The cool thing with this book is that the writer is from this area and the book is set in this area also. It almost feels like celebrity by association to be reading a passage and have it reference the Inner Harbor, Columbia and Pikesville as part of the story. So many of the books I read are set in other areas. By chance, the last two I've read (by two different authors) have been set in this area. Pretty cool, I think.

I guess my ability to engulf myself in books is a good trait. It shows I'm truly getting into the story. I've had the same feelings from dreams. I'll wake up from an exceptionally vivid dream and will have to take a few minutes before I can comprehend that the events didn't truly happen. It was only a dream.

Well, it's time to step outside and read a few more pages.

Read On!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Memorial

When I came into work today, I heard that a close friend committed suicide Monday night. The feelings were of disbelief, shock and surreal. He had a troubled last couple of years, but never seemed the type to take such a drastic measure. It's strange how we think someone we know wouldn't be the type to do something as horrific as suicide. Exactly what type is the type? The creepy part of this news was the realization that my friend popped into my head yesterday on the way to work for some random reason. I remember thinking that I should go by the bar he works at sometime this week after to work to say hi and to see how he was. This is the second such incident as this in just a few months. A few months ago, a co-worker's daughter was tragically killed in a car accident. I had just thought of her daughter a few days prior and was wondering how she was as she hadn't been by the office recently. Of course the few people I have mentioned this to have begged me not to think of them any time soon. Can't say I blame them! Then yesterday afternoon, I was driving back from picking up meds at the Vet and decided to listen to my "hair band" cd. I was feeling particularly meloncholy and had a lot on my mind. There is one particular song on there by "Kix" (a favorite local band from the 80's who had brief nationwide popularity for awhile) that I've always loved. When my cousin's son committed suicide some months back, the song really rang true and from that point on reminded me of him. The truly hinky part? My cousin's son and my friend committed suicide in the same exact manner. I was listening to the song while driving yesterday and again, was really listening to the words and truly felt them. So, my friend, this is my tribute to you. For the good times we had, and for the bad times when I wasn't there for you. Look down on us from time to time with kindness (and knowing all of us, I'm sure some humor for you!). I hope you have found the peace and happiness you for so long searched for. Good luck, Brad. We'll all miss you terribly and love you deeply.

Kix - Don't Close Your Eyes

What's you're doing out in the night time?
Won't you call me on the phone?
Your mama can't solve your problem
When's daddy ever get home?

So you think you're a little bit wild
In the middle of the suicide

Don't close your eyes
Don't close your eyes
Don't sing your last lullaby

No one there to hold you
No one is your friend
You live life up and down now
Nightmares on your brain

Another lonely way of hanging round
Don't you take it falling down no no

Hold on hold on tight
I'll make everything all right
Wake up don't go asleep
I'll pray the lord
your soul to keep

Don't close your eyes
Don't close your eyes
Don't sing your last lullaby

Don't close your eyes
Don't close your eyes
Don't sing your last lullaby