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Honestly
When I was young, my parents told me that honesty is always the best policy.
They were lying.
Donna Tartt – Depression (from The Goldfinch).
I’m not sure if I’m allowed to print extracts from books on here, but will obviously take it down should anyone notice/care. I just read The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt and this little extract really struck a chord:
But depression wasn’t the word. This was a plunge encompassing sorrow and revulsion far beyond the personal: a sick, drenching nausea at all humanity and human endeavour from the dawn of time.
The writhing loathsomeness of the biological order. Old age, sickness, death. No escape for anyone. Even the beautiful ones were like soft fruit about to spoil. And yet somehow people kept fucking and breeding and popping out new fodder for the grave, producing more and more new beings to suffer like this was some kind of redemptive, or good, or even somehow morally admirable thing: dragging more innocent creatures into the lose-lose game. Squirming babies and plodding, complacent, hormone-drugged moms. Oh, isn’t he cute? Awww. Kids shouting and skidding in the playground with no idea what future Hells, awaited them: boring jobs and ruinous mortgages and bad marriages and hair loss and hip replacements and lonely cups of coffee in an empty house and a colostomy bag at the hospital.
Most people seemed satisfied with the thin decorative glaze and the artful stage lighting that, sometimes, made the bedrock atrocity of the human predicament look somewhat more mysterious or less abhorrent.
People gambled and golfed and planted gardens and traded stocks and had sex and bought new cars and practiced yoga and worked and prayed and redecorated their homes and got worked up over the news and fussed over their children and gossiped about their neighbours and pored over restaurant reviews and founded charitable organizations and supported political candidates and attended the U.S. Open and dined and traveled and distracted themselves with all kinds of gadgets and devices, flooding themselves incessantly with information and texts and communication and entertainment from every direction to try to make themselves forget it: where we were, what we were.
But in a strong light there was no good spin you could put on it. It was rotten top to bottom. Putting your time in at the office; dutifully spawning your two point five; smiling politely at your retirement party; then chewing on your bedseet and choking on your canned peaches at the nursing home. It was better never to have been born – never to have wanted anything, never to have hoped for anything.
Great book too.
Ex
Extricate yourself from the one who drags you down
Push her hands away from you Swim and let her drown
Stay afloat (for a while) and let her drown
She is sinking, descending into the depths
Watch her face recede from you
Break away
Don’t let her eyes hold yours
Don’t let her hold you
Don’t let her drag you down
Save yourself
Grandmother
You feel yourself humoured, your “funny turns” tolerated.
You find yourself isolated, no one really listens.
You’re deafened. And silenced by their deafness to you
The receptacle into which you poured your love, so much of your love is an empty vessel when you try to drink.
Nobody cares what you say or think.
No one knows or cares how it feels, not enough to help you, to hear you,
to love you enough.
No wonder you’re ready to die.
Like A Drug
I’ve been waiting for my life to start
Someone new like you to tear my cosy world apart
And after all this time I’ve spent waiting
I feel so scared to finally think it might be happening
*
Your love is like a drug to me
Flowing through my veins, in my blood stream, yeah
Your love is like a drug to me
Take away my pain, paint over the world with dreams
*
Tell me just what I’m supposed to do
I know I only feel okay when I am close to you
I’ve learned to love my vulnerability
The feeling’s so intense, can you sense my fragility?
*
Your love is like a drug to me
Flowing through my veins, in my blood stream, yeah
Your love is like a drug to me
Take away my pain, paint over the world with dreams
*
Is it best to be a pessimist
And keep your expectations low in case it all goes wrong?
Is an optimist a fantasist?
Will you tell me what the hell you think is going on?
*
To beat the odds and cheat the gods
Like Ulysses, can you believe?
Delirious, I must confess I can’t assess what I perceive cos…
*
Your love is like a drug to me
Flowing through my veins, in my blood stream, yeah
Your love is like a drug to me
Take away my pain, paint over the world with dreams
*
Oh yeah
Give me visions
Crazy
I must be crazy, I must be crazy
I must be crazy, yeah
Crazy, crazy ah
Crazy, crazy ah ah
*
I don’t like society
And I know you don’t like me
I don’t fit into your scheme
Life is a sad, mad, bad dream
*
I’ve been going up the wall
You’re not helping me at all
You just tell me that I must be crazy
You can’t understand the way
I can lie in bed all day
You just tell me that I must be crazy
I must be crazy, I must be crazy
I must be crazy, yeah
Crazy, crazy ah
Crazy, crazy ah ah
*
I don’t trust my therapist
She’s an over-optimist
I see clearly, what is wrong
You don’t know what’s going on
*
I’ve been going up the wall
You’re not helping me at all
You just tell me that I must be crazy
You can’t understand the way
I can lie in bed all day
You just tell me that I must be crazy
I must be crazy, I must be crazy
I must be crazy, yeah
Crazy, crazy ah
Crazy, crazy ah ah
*
I’m crazy, I’m crazy
So crazy
I’m crazy, I’m crazy
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
*
I’ve been going up the wall
You’re not helping me at all
You just tell me that I must be crazy
You can’t understand the way
I can lie in bed all day
You just tell me that I must be crazy
Shut the curtain, close my eyes
I know you don’t sympathize
Criticize me but your words are empty
You’re so hollow, you’re a shell
You can go and burn in hell
With the devil now, cos you don’t tempt me
I must be crazy, I must be crazy
I must be crazy, yeah
Crazy, crazy ah
Crazy, crazy ah ah