Author: Giancarlo Gori
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Dear readers –
It seems a few of you have gleaned from my mood and musings that a certain level of depression and even desperation are inhabiting me. Seems that a few more of you went so far as to research my earlier posts when I was in a similar state. There, you found the topic of suicide…
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In the dark
It has been at least 32 years since I just sat in a quite dark room and did nothing. Sat still and looked into the darkness. Saw the things in my head as if they were a film projected on the blackness around me. Everywhere I look there is some image I have created in…
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On being Pathetic
pa·thet·ic [puh-thet-ik] – adjective 4. miserably or contemptibly inadequate: There a good many ways that someone could be, act in a way that would earn them the label, PATHETIC. It’s not so nice a thing be called. Especially from someone you thought actually cared about you. Respected you. Even recklessly believed when they said they…
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The difference
To Paraphrase Gloria Steinem, “I’m not depressed. I’m sad. “When you’re depressed, nothing has any meaning. When you’re sad, everything does.” Amen to that. I am in the midst of trying out both. I’ve come to recognize the depression cycles. Begin in late January, max out in February and taper off into March. Took me…
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The Gates of Hell
I have been fortunate enough in this life time to visit the Stanford campus, the Rodin garden, and see, touch, experience the Gates of Hell. Over the years since, my belief system has gone through a gyration or two. The location, meaning, implication, existence, grade for, inclusion to Hell has also changed. This morning I…
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On Believing
In general, believing anything is nothing more than a choice. You do or, you don’t. Period. No matter what ‘proof’ is or is not offered. No matter what example given, precedent set. No matter how fanciful and seemingly impossible. What you believe is nothing more than a choice you make about something. So what happens…
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When Worlds Collide
Sitting, having been awake for several hours, still in the dark, except for the light off this screen. Sitting in the same spot most of the night and trying to write. Needing to say something, make a point, expel a demon, right a wrong. To accept and correct. It is usually easy to pick out…
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Being useless
There are times when, no matter what is occurring around you or perhaps even, too you, that you can do nothing to effect it. Seeing, feeling what feels like the world collapsing around you or someone you love and only being able to view it. That the world had been actually falling to pieces in…
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Good things too –
It has been pointed out to me that this space is usually a dark, brooding, bitching, whining, negative jumble of emotion and hyperbole. I contains facts and details that could be considered “over-sharing” while simultaneously being frustratingly vague on what exactly has happened and to or by whom. To this I reply, “Yea, I know.”…
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On being quite
There are times when not saying anything is the most powerful comment. Not always in that passive-aggressive ‘silent treatment’ sort-of way either. Just not adding to the noise. There are many different reasons to be quite. To not pipe up and add your two cents. Sometimes it is to not say something you will regret…
