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I cannot even begin to quantify how much I hate those bullshit motivational posters, sayings, stickers, etc. :mad: It’s not a way to live, knowing you or everyone you love, could be dead in any moment. Much less build a life. It’s simply not sustainable.
I know this. I still struggle with it.
For the most part I manage to work around it, or ignore it, but it still informs a whole helluva lot of my daily life. Like making sure that whatever I said last to someone is something I can live with if they die. I’m not talking Celine Dion singing in the background whilst clinging to a life raft as the titanic sinks level farewells :wtf: But every goodbye, bedtime, hell... leaving the motherf*cking room... whether it’s words, waves, a kiss, laugh, smile, or wink; it’s something that if I never saw them again I can remember and be okay with. It has to be.
There are a lot of moving pieces to this f*cker & It creates a lot of problems.
Right now, I’m in crushing guilt. Because I had a headache. So instead of going for a walk & quick game with my kid, I needed to lay down. Need is overstating. It wasnt that bad of a headache. I wanted to lay down. He’s happy playing with his friends, but disappointed we didn’t get to play. If my son dies tomorrow? This is what I’ll remember. Me being too motherf*cking lazy to suck up a headache and go play basketball, and him being disappointed. Out f*cking standing. Just shoot me now.
See what I mean about creating problems? From a headache to a dead kid and suicide between one breath and the next. Because that progression makes sense. :banghead:
Anyone else deal with this kind of thing? Tips / tricks / workarounds?
I know this. I still struggle with it.
For the most part I manage to work around it, or ignore it, but it still informs a whole helluva lot of my daily life. Like making sure that whatever I said last to someone is something I can live with if they die. I’m not talking Celine Dion singing in the background whilst clinging to a life raft as the titanic sinks level farewells :wtf: But every goodbye, bedtime, hell... leaving the motherf*cking room... whether it’s words, waves, a kiss, laugh, smile, or wink; it’s something that if I never saw them again I can remember and be okay with. It has to be.
There are a lot of moving pieces to this f*cker & It creates a lot of problems.
Right now, I’m in crushing guilt. Because I had a headache. So instead of going for a walk & quick game with my kid, I needed to lay down. Need is overstating. It wasnt that bad of a headache. I wanted to lay down. He’s happy playing with his friends, but disappointed we didn’t get to play. If my son dies tomorrow? This is what I’ll remember. Me being too motherf*cking lazy to suck up a headache and go play basketball, and him being disappointed. Out f*cking standing. Just shoot me now.
See what I mean about creating problems? From a headache to a dead kid and suicide between one breath and the next. Because that progression makes sense. :banghead:
Anyone else deal with this kind of thing? Tips / tricks / workarounds?
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