I haven’t blogged in ages but I feel that I just have to unload some shit so you don’t have to read my incoherent ramblings I’m just going to let it rip and pray it helps my aching soul heal just a bit more than the vodka I drank tonite cause it’s not helping so far.
I am grieving today for the loss of someone special, someone from my life in Seattle who made me laugh, stayed up late to talk and who loved to party. I have recently decided to close a chapter in my life that no longer suits me and it’s simply because of things like this. I’ve seen too many people in my life, myself included eaten up by the empty party life style. I will be scorned by some of my friends that will say I just can’t handle my party but the truth is none of us can handle the party it handles us in a slow sneaky way that creeps into every other part of life until it all becomes shit. There are veterans that have lived the fun life for decades and it suites them fine so I’m not one to sit here and say it’s not right for everyone, it’s just not right for me anymore. I lost two friends this year and I believe that partying had a lot to do with it. Drinking or whatnot fucks with your emotions and it’s hard to keep your head straight. Depression becomes an unwelcome guest, self loathing, doubt and anger creep in slowly… taking over reality.
The saddest part is the decline and the misery when the party ends and you look around and realize there is noone of substance around to support you because you have run all the “squares” out of your life. There is noone strong to stand up to you and coach you toward reality. There is noone there to support you unless you want to get fucked up. I’m so done destroying myself. Making cholces for today and not worrying about what happens tomorrow. I’ve spent one too many nights wide awake, fighting sleep listening to my partner sleep to make sure he doesn’t die right beside me because we partied too hard that night and I’m paranoid he’s overdosed. How is that fun? And maybe, just maybe some will say, “you just can’t handle your party” but it doesn’t start out that way. It starts small, it starts as fun and blows up into a full cyle melt down over time and before you even realize it.
When “B” died I often thought that it had nothing to do with partying because he didn’t party anymore but in the absence of drugs he had become a raging alcoholic, sad, angry and depressed at life. Hopeless…. this is where we all end up after years of partying abusing our bodies and minds and having a lack of discipline. We kill ourselves just a little bit every day. Drugs, alcohol, food whatever. What have we sacrificed in the name of fun? jobs? lovers? family? our lives? our friends?
“T”should not have died either, he was beautiful, loving, kind and lost. Do our party friends step in to help us when we are falling apart or do we all just point and say man that guy needs help he’s fucked up! I’m done hanging out with people that will help me get fucked up and don’t give a shit whether or not my life is falling apart. People in the party world have often told me I’m weird or too emotional but you know what I translate that too? i don’t want to hear that I’m hurting myself can’t you just mind your own business? Well i see where minding my own business has gotten me, two dead friends. Two beautiful young men who needed love support and positive reinforcement to help them create change in their lives. How did I contribute to them? I got high with them and partied until dawn, listened to stories and stayed neutral. I never talked to them about anything healthy because we were always fucked up together. What an empty sad life I’ve had, to love people around me so much but do nothing, where has the attitude “they are old enough to take care of themselves gotten me? And why am I the odd man out to really feel for the health and safety of others around me, especially my “friends”. I’m the worst kind of offender because I have been silent when I’ve seen the problem and let the fear of rejection keep me from standing up and saying hey man are you really going to be ok? and i’ve been an enabler. No more. I have been out of the party scene for a moment considering I’ve basically had a party “career” and the farther I get away from the mentality I realize how much time i’ve wasted making myself and those I care about fade away because of my own fear of having ‘Feelings!” or not being able to feel ‘free” or “in touch with myself” without being high, Fucking pathetic.
I’m devastated my friends have taken their own lives, there was no reason for it. What can I learn from it? Stay Sober and start listening to the people around me, love more, speak less, listen with all ears. Be too fucking nosey! Tell people what I feel about them and when I think they are hurting themselves. Not to make them feel bad or wrong but to let them know I love them and I want them to live so I can have them as my friends for a long, long time. My heart rejoices in their success and my heart is crushed in thier unnecessary demise. I’m sure I sound like a real preachy bitch right now but I don’t care! I hear people say it’s not my place to stand up it’s not my place to say something but who are you NOT to care? If you don’t do it, If I don’t do it who will?
I will celebrate their lives daily by respecting myself and remembering their smiles, laughter and the love they represented to me and others. Good men who needed support from all of us, where were we? Thinking only of ourselves I’m sure. Where does “taking care of yourself” get you? When do we look up to notice the people around us need us and we need them?
The world is a dangerous place to live; not because of the people who are evil, but because of the people who don’t do anything about it.
~Albert Einstein~
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