It’s weird, people speak of grieving in completely messed up ways, but in the end we aren’t grieving for what we’ve lost so much as we’re grieving for what we had– the things we couldn’t say or do before things went to shit. Loss doesn’t have to spark grief anymore than happiness has to spark excitement. I’m not sure why people think that grief is a bad thing sometimes, it allows you to take stock of what you have and analyse them with an odd coolness.
Personally, finding out what I did the other day, which for now is my grief to hold alone and no one needs to know about it other than those who already do, I’ve found that very little things matter. This isn’t a cry for help or even an emo statement of ‘the world is shit, everyone is shit’, it’s literally me just saying how few things actually matter when you boil it down.
Advertising is a billion dollar racket and while necessary for certain aspects, looking through a magazine the other day and getting bombarded with literally half a magazine full of advertisements made me realise just how people cling to the ideal that there is some form of perfection out there, something wholly graspable and tangible– something they can attain if they just jump a little higher, or shine a little brighter through use of some product, but it’s not possible. None of it is possible. Your life is what it is, and the only thing that will change that is you. Not a miracle product. You not getting that job probably has a little to do with your appearance, if you’re dirty and disheveled, but in the end if you were right for the job, it would almost not matter– at least as far as I can tell. You can change certain things without going outside of your own means and end up exactly where you think you would if you had every expensive product ever.
I don’t know why that ended up in there like a long rant– I guess it’s all the watching of Mad Men that makes me kind of look at these things more critically– that coupled with the feelings I have rolling around in my head like rocks right now. I’m not meaning to make any sense. I’m numb right now, I’m numb and I’m letting my fingers and brain get ahead of me and not trying to, in any way, sound appealing. It’s not meant to be something for the masses, this entry here is for me. Get part of it out of me, let it go, and see what happens.