I keep getting questionnaires…

about things people don’t know about me, about the shocking, the different, etc. Well, I really don’t think that what foods I enjoy are all that shocking and different (although, who knows? I mean, I guess there are still people out there who don’t like Indian food).

Maybe I’ll relate something else.

When I was little, one of my first remembrances of going to my grandparents’ house is because my grandmother had taken too many pills. Sure, I know we’d been there many times before that, but I have this clear memory of Omi (her German-diminutive Grandma-name) sitting on the grass in one of those woven canvas and plastic chairs, holding a cut crystal glass filled with 7up. I know it was 7up because she blubbered about it. There was spittle in the corners of her mouth, and I know we had to stay at the house while my father (it was his mother) and his dad took her to the ER. I believe the drug that time was Valium.

Of course, my grandfather succeeded where she failed (albeit with a different method).

Suicide’s a recurrent theme in my life. I’ve known many who no longer are because they decided to die at their own hands. I think it’s an even bigger deterrent sometimes to killing myself than anything - even than my massive fear of dying. I know what happens to those left behind.

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2 Comments

  1. Don’t make me come up there, Tori.

    Go read MY blog from the last few days. If I’m not suicidal, you oughtn’t be either. Dang it!

    Find your joys and focus on them. I’ll start for you:

    1. Julia.
    2. Your hubby who clearly adores you.
    3. Your writing peers, assy as we may be.
    4. The ability to write effectively and well.
    5. A computer that allows you to travel the globe, expand your mind, and inspire you.
    6. The acquaintance and friendship of a nutjob like me who cares a lot about you even though I’ve never met you and really, how many people do you think The Fabulous Miss Virginia Lee bothers to communicate with personally? You are rare, my friend.
    7. Knowing that The Fabulous Miss Virginia Lee’s Sweet Old Lady Mama is sending up prayers/good vibes/etc. to the Deity on you and yours behalfs.

    You are loved, Tori, by people who’ve never met you. That is amazing. Embrace it. Accept it. And dear lady, don’t forget it.

  2. And yeah, I know you didn’t say you’re suicidal, but I guess because it’s been in my head so much of late I projected.

    At any rate, it’s never a bad thing to be reminded of one’s joys, even if it’s by a whackjob many states away who can’t seem to get her own shit together.

    XOXO

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