Long time, as some of you may have noticed I haven’t been posting in a while. Many things factored in that.
Mainly I was overwhelmed, physically and mentally drained.
My father passed away on the 20th of July. It was 14 daays of sheer hell for him before that, pneumonia, water on the lungs, and sepsis.
It was an ordeal, he passed he is at peace and main thing is that no more suffering for him.
These things happen all the time it is part of the life cycle, but what boggles the mind is how people deal with it.
For example my brothers and I are very Scandinavian like that, we deal with realisms and practicality while we see others being histrionic. I am just amazed at the socially awkward platitudes that spout forth from peoples mouthes. It’s fascinating in a tragi-comic way.
People who are usually well-formulated wind up with a strange form of foot & mouth disease where each time they open their mouth they put their foot in it.
Here’s a friendly hint:
If you have never experienced loss of loved ones, or death of any sort, I suggest you keep your mouth shut and DO NOT give the greiving person any advice on what they should do. Another prohibited thing is to ask “What are you going to do now”, really? Seriously? Nope no not all done.
Keep your council to yourself. The only persons that have any form of allowance in these matters are people who have lost loved ones.
Losing a parent is the one time where you stand back, and say NOTHING (if you haven’t been down that road), just show that you are there.
Another funny thing is how people treat you like a communicable disease, avoiding you for fear of cathing “It”! I mean it is tragi-comic, and absolutely laughable.
And to the narcissistic pricks who somehow cannot fathom that this is a provess, but in their egocentric world they phone you and here’s how the conversation can go:
Person: How are you? ( and before you can say anything)
Person: My (Any person who is in their life) is (insert inconsequential irrelevant problem)……
Person: Rants on……..
Me: Whoa Nelly. W The FLying Fuck….. Do you think I really want to hear that right now, really? On what plain of existence do you think it is okay to phone me and start painting your melodramatic shit on me?
Person: Why are you so touchy?
Me: Hangs up. And blocks number.
Yes people like that exist.
I could regale you with stories from other kinds of situations like this but suffice it to say I will not.
I think this clarifies a few things.
Will try to be more active in posting stuff.
So now these dates are the “Handle with care” dates for me:
20th of July.
28th of August.
Be safe live life.