Life in chaos. No firm ground.
Maude tagged me for the memoir meme,encouraging me to sum up my life right now in six words. I'm sure I've never been so succinct. I never thought about it before, but Munch's screamer is screaming so he can't hear anything. I'm too worn out for screaming. I'm trying for movies and books to drown everything out. Suffice it to say, life is shit, and I almost wish I were dead.
Write your own six word memoir.
Post it on your blog and include a visual illustration if you’d like.
Link to the person that tagged you in your post and to this original post if possible so we can track it as it travels across the blogosphere.
Tag five more blogs with links.
And don’t forget to leave a comment on the tagged blogs with an invitation to play!
Who to tag? Hilaire and Medieval Woman, who've both had bad news this month and could maybe use the diversion, Sisyphus,whose sense of humor and command of metaphor may just cheer me up, Khora, who needs an excuse to blog more, and T.E., just because.
7 comments:
Life is shit and you almost wish you were dead?? Oh! I hope things get better.
here, have a poem, maybe this will help.
Take two poems and call me in the morning, ok?
yeah, girl, what's up?
Oh, my dear EE.
Please do try to ride the wave.
I'll try too, 'kay?
Today, tomorrow, and tomorrow.
Sis, thanks so much for the link to the poem. It was awesome.
Sorry guys -- it's pretty selfish to just spew something like that on one's blog and not explain. I'm over at my folks' place contemplating my life -- absolute poverty ($1 in my account and less than $10 in my purse), pregnant without insurance, rocky relationship, practically homeless, a PhD and an aborted career -- I feel so stupid. I'm also not writing, even in a diary, an act that used to keep me sane and keep me from letting my fears overwhelm me. That's the first thing I have to fix, I think. That at least has an easy answer and won't take a lot out of me. I'm going to get something to eat, then write three pages of brain drain.
Stop feeling stupid. Right. Now.
You're facing enormous challenges, yes. Very scary, indeed. But it is your intelligence--your keen wit--that will help get you through these terribly difficult times. Along with, of course, a little help from your friends and folks, eh?
I know what I'm about to do is often a highly irritating form of encouragement, but I can't help myself . . . . I read today that JK Rowling was having suicidal thoughts in the months before she started writing the Potter series. Husband had left her and the baby, had little money in the bank, was feeling utterly consumed by despair. And now she's, well, . . . . You know how this highly irritating form of encouragement ends.
I just know you're gonna get through this. And I find you far wittier--in spirit and intelligence--than JK Rowling.
Much love, dear.
Khora, you rock! Thank you. Maybe this is what happens. I'll have a baby and my man will leave and then I'll finally write that damned novel I've been talking about forever. I'll get super-successful. Sounds like a plan.
I found a lot of myself and learn a lot also from this book called A Place to Belong, by Peter Miller.
I've learned to turn the other cheek when it comes to starting a fight with my father. He used to drive me up the wall and seemed to always get my blood boiling, but now I've learned to breathe in and breathe right back out and stay calm something I could never do before. I learned it all from this book.
So if you need a good message, I suggest you read A Place to Belong.
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