Typically narcissistic blogging.

Grief

In the last week, I received news of the deaths of no fewer than three people I know. One of those was somebody with whom I went to high school. Two of them were friends. Two of the three were suicides.

I have been flailing emotionally. I didn’t realize it until today. In the process of this flailing I managed to be extra irritable, totally failed to communicate properly, and I appear to have alienated somebody I really like. This was a major failure on my part—normally I am much more in touch with how I am feeling, and why. Additionally, some of this might have been avoided had I managed to mention any of this to anybody.

I. Death death death—afternoon tea…

I think this is first due to the magnitude of the news: the untimely death of one friend has enough of an effect on a person. The untimely death of three in rapid succession is just overwhelming, like a personal version of Eddie Izzard’s murder standards: Well done! Three of your friends died recently, two by their own hand? They must get up very early in the morning.

II. Family Traditions

Then there’s the suicide bit. The people in my family tend to kill themselves, either quickly or slowly (or in the case of my grandmother, both). Suicide and attempted suicide run rampant in my family. So there’s that. Additionally, I haven’t figured out where I come down on the issue, myself. I have heard suicide characterized as rude, selfish, tragic. I believe strongly in the idea that we should have complete power over our own lives—not just how we live and die, but whether we live and die (to the extent that we have that choice to make).

I also believe strongly that the day I give up and take my own life, I have failed, utterly. But that’s not to say I don’t believe that despair cannot be so all encompassing that death seems like the better option, and that’s not to say I haven’t experienced that level of despair.

III. Grief

Grief is probably the biggest emotion I just swallow and deal with. When I have multiple levels of headfuckery going on around the grief, I choke on it—without, apparently, realizing that I am choking.

But then there’s the standard issues—the questions, the guilt, the realization that now I get to miss these people forever, that there will never be another chat conversation, another movie, another night of Jameson shots and bad bar food. There’s wondering about who they left behind: their families, their lovers, their pets. There’s the inevitable: would my being there more have changed anything at all?

To be perfectly honest, I don’t talk about any of this stuff because I don’t even know where to begin. I prefer not to waste words, and to avoid statements of the obvious like, “This makes me feel sad.” I tend to only say such things to people who are grieving with me over the same people—as more of an acknowledgement of what they are feeling than anything else.

While avoiding statements of the obvious, and chewing on the complicated, I fail to communicate anything at all.

Obviously that has to change. I just haven’t the faintest idea of how to change it.

In the mean time, I am going to watch an episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer in honor of one of them. I am going to raise a glass of Jameson to all three of them. And if I have enough Jameson, I will likely pull out my guitar to sing a song I learned for yet another dead friend.

Three people I know are dead. This makes me sad.

One response

  1. VoxExMachina

    Man, grieving sucks. I’ve gotten the news that someone died (suicide) and not blinked. Someone I knew fairly well, someone I’d talked to a week prior. No reaction. Nothing. Oh, I had this vague sense of “Huh, that’s weird, I guess I’ll never see him again,” but it took literally YEARS for stuff to percolate upwards.

    Later, I learned that someone I knew had died (also suicide) and I fell apart. Bawling, sobbing, uncontrollably. My housemates had to come in my room and just hold me cause I fell completely to pieces. I hadn’t talked to this guy in years, maybe hadn’t seen him in even longer. But…that sudden sense that there was a light in the world that had gone out was so goddamned strong. That the world was just a little bit poorer for not having that guy in it. I literally couldn’t keep myself from sobbing.

    So yeah. I dunno. Grief is weird, I guess. You have to run with it, because that’s pretty much your only option.

    See you soon,

    –Me

    February 22, 2011 at 10:24 pm

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