Sad
I’m feeling sad. Not so much mad, or in denial or resistant or rebellious any more. Just sad. And tired of course, but mostly sad.
My friends are sad too. I’m sad and they’re sad.
I’m in my house being sad. They’re in their houses being sad.
We’re all sad. But we’re doing it alone. Which seems, well, sort of sad.
I was thinking that since we’re all sad, then we should all get together and be sad in sad company. It would be more efficient. More concentrated. Not all this spread out sad effort but really pulling for sad together.
But then, we’d be together which would be less sad. We might have a hard time staying sad. In fact, we might be downright cheerful. And there might be sidecars. Or g&t. Or large cups of sustaining tea and possibly even cake. It would be even harder to be sad then.
But later, we’d have to go home. And then we’d be sad again. Apart. Alone. All feeling sad. All sort of parallel, NYC windows, pull out for the long shot, Woody Allen sad. Pull the shade down sad.
Which, I suppose, has a sort of heart-tugging, semi-literary, French film, deep-n-meaningful pathos about it. All of us, ultimately, alone. Our emotional struggles. Our lives. Our sadness. Alone. Not just alone. Isolated. Estranged. Islands. Rocks.
Mm.
Screw pathos. Wanna come over? I’ll make cake. And we can cry if we want to. It’ll be our party.
Hugs to you Stunts.
If I could, I’d be there in a second to eat your nigella lawsonesq deliciousness and be temporarily unsad.
May as well have fun being sad, if sad we must be. Cake sounds good – I’ll bring some Cosmos.
I would definitely be there if I could. I’m sad now, and would love to have sad company.
You don’t need company to eat cake if that makes you happy. Just sayin’. It bums out that you have been so sad. I wish you lots and lots of cake.
It’s an 8 hr drive, but I’d love to make it with the g&t…and extra limes. I’ve wished to sit down and have a drink and yack with you since I first tripped over your blog…
Cake? And maybe some ice cream? Or maybe just large buckets of ice cream…
f.a. it was meant to be that i read this tonight after our surprise dinner at kaelas house. for what its worth i wish i’d spent more happy hours at your house while you were here.
I prefer to wallow alone, eating Ben & jerry’s watching Beaches.
Sad is bad, and sad is good. Wallowing is an important part of learning to cope with the loss. I find a healthy dose of chocolate helps. Of course, a lovely cake can do wonders, too. How about a nice rooibos vanilla tea to go with it? I’ll be right over.
Take good care of yourself. Soon the sadness will pass.
I do hope we can meet again soon–and now that I’ve met another person on the face of the earth that loves sidecars, I know that we’ll be drinking!