Up until very recently this had been the worst year so far. Could have done almost everything better. But near-irrevocable nervous breakdown virtually wiped me out, alienated me from nearly everybody until, to my eternal shame, it took the death of two people I considered friends to kick me out of my suicidal torpor.
So it's taken me four years even to summon up the nerve to go to a club for a night out dancing. Because I remember what it was like dancing with you, especially in the house when no one else was looking, and couldn't face doing it with anyone else.
Other people; those constant obstructions to self-destruction.
Four years ago I was still relatively new to ILx; didn't really know anyone in it (astonishing that I managed to attend one FAP while Laura was still alive) and there weren't any Poptimisms or Club FTs to go to.
But the thing is, ILx is kind of my community now. It's where most of my friends are, it's proved itself more than capable of helping me back on my feet recently when times have been tough through no fault of my own, it's where I more or less feel at home.
I didn't have any community four years ago. Oxford was a ghost town which had closed its shutters on me, family included.
It's all coming together now, finally, at long last, or more accurately I'm all coming together now. Thing is, it was all down to me. I made the overtures. I did the footwork, forced myself along to FAPs and found to my astonishment that the claustrophobia may only have been because of the cobwebs clogging up my mind.
Things are therefore definitely looking up, but only because I decided to look up for a change instead of down.
Learning to laugh again. That's very important. Maybe the most important thing of all.
Because all I need now to make the picture complete is someone to share my life with, someone who'll want to keep on dancing with me after the dancing has ended, someone who'll seek me out. But of course I have to seek them out first. Which means that last week can't be a one-off. I need to get back into the habit of doing this sort of thing regularly and not be afraid of ghosts or rejection.
Caution - it stops you from getting hurt but also from being touched.
It is like baby steps. One at a time. Clumsily you learn how to do it, bit by bit. Often you will fall down/back into your old kneejerk habits. But you just have to keep going, restarting, re-trying until eventually you master the art of something which comes naturally to most people but sadly not to me.
Because if I can learn to laugh and live again then it follows that I can make others laugh and live and that's what will attract people to me.
The loss doesn't go away - how could it, she's still such an integral part of me - but for the first time in four years I can see a way of managing it.
― Marcello Carlin (nostudium), Thursday, 25 August 2005 07:02 (twenty years ago)
I was going to say more, but it would be more about myself than yourself.
All I will say, cryptically, is there are only a couple of things I can imagine that would be worse. In that, this can at least be anticipated as something that could happen and all you can wish is "later, or not at all". The other two would be "not in my lifetime".
xpost ignore them.
Coping sometimes is not all its cracked up to be, but it's all we got.
Anyhow, more power to you. And all of us.
― mark grout (mark grout), Thursday, 25 August 2005 07:18 (twenty years ago)
I wish you well.
― C J (C J), Thursday, 25 August 2005 07:25 (twenty years ago)
I mean, what actual pleasure or wisdom do people think they achieve by doing this? By simply waiting, licking their lips, for someone to say something, and then they pounce immediately?
The worst of it is I recognise that I've done the same thing myself, and worse, too many times over the years. It doesn't get you anywhere. You end up dead to the world, dead in yourself.
I thought very long and hard about posting this today. I thought, maybe not, maybe put it on the blog. And that's the first response I get. Well I won't make that mistake again.
― Marcello Carlin (nostudium), Thursday, 25 August 2005 07:27 (twenty years ago)
― mark grout (mark grout), Thursday, 25 August 2005 07:30 (twenty years ago)
― dioufy-san (gareth), Thursday, 25 August 2005 07:33 (twenty years ago)
― LeCoq (LeCoq), Thursday, 25 August 2005 07:34 (twenty years ago)
― beanz (beanz), Thursday, 25 August 2005 07:38 (twenty years ago)
I hope that didn't come across as too twee. I lost a good friend earlier this year and barely a day goes by when I don't think about him. I can't imagine what it must be like to have your soulmate taken away from you. I guess these things take time.
As for the louse who responded first, it's your life that sux, mocking people who are brave enough to share their feelings while hiding behind a cloak of anonymity.
― Billy Dods (Billy Dods), Thursday, 25 August 2005 07:41 (twenty years ago)
And it's going to keep on happening, and people are going to continue drifting away from ILx, because the moderators here don't seem to have the guts to do anything about it.
― Marcello Carlin (nostudium), Thursday, 25 August 2005 07:42 (twenty years ago)
― Marcello Carlin (nostudium), Thursday, 25 August 2005 07:43 (twenty years ago)
― lollering, Thursday, 25 August 2005 07:51 (twenty years ago)
i'm on the other side of the world from you. i'm in australia .i don't kmow you. i started reading yr blog before i was on ilx thru a reynolds link. it fucking energised me. not only the fact that you held dear a lot of music that i till then had no companion to hear/talk/express opinions about...but also the context. your life. beautiful impassioned writing about things that mattered.
then i came to ilx.
and you were often the same. often enlightening. often supportive. I was already on your side as it were.
but this board works in real time. no carefully considered looooong posts.
and you were and are often a prick. willfully damaging. reflexive. perverse.
as often as you say something i agree with you or which i can see constitute at leats a poistion worth considering you attack something for no obvious reason. and those stances appear fickle or willfull ordamned fucking annoying antway (maybe yr point)
but i'm real too. playfullness is great but bitterness is hard to dodge.
― mullygrubbr (bulbs), Thursday, 25 August 2005 08:09 (twenty years ago)
― M. V. (M.V.), Thursday, 25 August 2005 08:12 (twenty years ago)
If a particular pub becomes too full of stray dickheads, you just arrange to meet your friends in a different pub next time.
If you visit the pub too often, inevitably you will wake up some mornings with an unpleasant realisation that the previous night you yourself probably behaved like a stray dickhead to some other unfortunate people who were trying to enjoy a quiet drink with their friends.
If you don't want to run risk of encoutering any stray dickheads, you can always meet up with your friends in private, at home, in smaller groups.
If you don't go to the pub at all 'though, you're unlikely to extend your existing circle of friends.
I am convinced that the pub contains the answer to most if not all of our problems, if we are just prepared to commit ourselves to doing the necessary research.
― Stewart Osborne (Stewart Osborne), Thursday, 25 August 2005 08:15 (twenty years ago)
― mullygrubbr (bulbs), Thursday, 25 August 2005 08:17 (twenty years ago)
― Stewart Osborne (Stewart Osborne), Thursday, 25 August 2005 08:18 (twenty years ago)
― Dadaismus (Dada), Thursday, 25 August 2005 08:19 (twenty years ago)
― mullygrubbr (bulbs), Thursday, 25 August 2005 08:20 (twenty years ago)
― Stewart Osborne (Stewart Osborne), Thursday, 25 August 2005 08:22 (twenty years ago)
― Marcello Carlin (nostudium), Thursday, 25 August 2005 08:24 (twenty years ago)
― moley, Thursday, 25 August 2005 08:24 (twenty years ago)
― moley, Thursday, 25 August 2005 08:28 (twenty years ago)
You do all like Elvis / Buddy Holly / Rod Stewart tribute acts, right?
― Stewart Osborne (Stewart Osborne), Thursday, 25 August 2005 08:29 (twenty years ago)
― moley, Thursday, 25 August 2005 08:30 (twenty years ago)
― moley, Thursday, 25 August 2005 08:32 (twenty years ago)
If the same guy iss doing all three at the same time then count me in
― Dadaismus (Dada), Thursday, 25 August 2005 08:33 (twenty years ago)
― mark grout (mark grout), Thursday, 25 August 2005 08:36 (twenty years ago)
― Marcello Carlin (nostudium), Thursday, 25 August 2005 08:38 (twenty years ago)
― Stewart Osborne (Stewart Osborne), Thursday, 25 August 2005 08:40 (twenty years ago)
c'mere ere ere
― mullygrubbr (bulbs), Thursday, 25 August 2005 08:46 (twenty years ago)
Why not? Don't all the countless people who like/love you, outweigh the few silly trolls? :-(
― nathalie starts to cry each time we meet (stevie nixed), Thursday, 25 August 2005 08:53 (twenty years ago)
― Marcello Carlin (nostudium), Thursday, 25 August 2005 08:54 (twenty years ago)
Having said that, I wish you all the best. I know you only through ILX, but it's been nice too see you gradually get better.
― Tuomas (Tuomas), Thursday, 25 August 2005 09:14 (twenty years ago)
What bit of that didn't you understand, exactly?
― Marcello Carlin (nostudium), Thursday, 25 August 2005 09:22 (twenty years ago)
― nathalie starts to cry each time we meet (stevie nixed), Thursday, 25 August 2005 09:28 (twenty years ago)
(x-post)
― Tuomas (Tuomas), Thursday, 25 August 2005 09:29 (twenty years ago)
― Dr. C (Dr. C), Thursday, 25 August 2005 09:34 (twenty years ago)
― NickB (NickB), Thursday, 25 August 2005 11:27 (twenty years ago)
― Dadaismus (Dada), Thursday, 25 August 2005 11:29 (twenty years ago)
― PJ Miller (PJ Miller 68), Thursday, 25 August 2005 11:32 (twenty years ago)
― Stewart Osborne (Stewart Osborne), Thursday, 25 August 2005 11:37 (twenty years ago)
― Dadaismus (Dada), Thursday, 25 August 2005 11:40 (twenty years ago)
(xpost)
― Forest Pines (ForestPines), Thursday, 25 August 2005 11:40 (twenty years ago)
Oh and Marcello - you'd do well just to ignore those other cheeky cunts. Now hurry along!
― NickB (NickB), Thursday, 25 August 2005 11:41 (twenty years ago)
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― Dadaismus (Dada), Thursday, 25 August 2005 11:44 (twenty years ago)