tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243871790396246553.post1453444274970895876..comments2020-01-02T23:56:28.158-08:00Comments on Talk Weird Press: "destrier" + somebody drop a hat already, I've been crying for hoursAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09085069627061022799noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243871790396246553.post-76815246297626737292013-10-22T14:22:28.614-07:002013-10-22T14:22:28.614-07:00(continued: blogger wouldn't allow this long c...(continued: blogger wouldn't allow this long comment all at once)<br />I want you to know that you are not alone, even though it feels that way and that you feel isolated in the way you feel and “abnormal”. Thoreau once said “the great mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation” and I think he’s right. Some people just hide it better than others—and others are oblivious. I think people like you and I have the desire to tell our myths, for our own sakes, if for nobody else’s. Maybe that’s how we’ll get through them, like characters living through some story—even a horror story like some of your comics and all the characters I’ve ever created. I cried quite a bit while reading “Houses of the Holy” that one night: see, that’s how real your stories are.<br />For myself, I do not put stock in suppressive forms of “therapy” and also I feel that it isn’t very easy to somehow work through one’s issues merely by talking about them. At least that can’t be our only expression. Also, I find society is afraid—that is why they suppress “mentally ill” people, so it makes them feel “safer” and life is predictable for them. That is likely why you feel embarrassed about how you’ve felt and that you haven’t wanted even to tell your friends as you don’t know the reaction. I tell you it is your genuineness as a person that is causing you to go through the things you do. Because you know yourself and your inner creative world is speaking to you. You don’t feel the ways you do for no reason. I only hope you don’t hide those feelings.<br />I’ve done a good deal of “experimental living” in my life, which has included living without money for 18 months (on purpose), pretending to be a homeless person and dressing in rags in a major city to feel what it was like, and lots of other things to make me understand society. One time, years ago, I was riding the underground railway and there was a woman sitting opposite me. She was holding a rose. You could see her struggling, trying to keep herself from crying in public. I was with a roommate. I couldn’t stand it anymore, so I started crying so everybody in the train was staring at me. My roommate said, “What’s wrong?” I said, “That lady wants to cry so badly but she’s afraid to do so on here—and if she won’t cry, by god I’ll cry for her.” She started crying then.<br />“I’m so proud of you,” I said.<br />Yesterday I was sitting disconsolate on a bench thinking about giving up and this young woman named Morgan came up and sat with me and I told her about my life. She genuinely wanted to listen and be kind and helpful to me, even though we’d never met. I guess that gave me some hope: that some stranger actually cared about my life and fate. She asked me why I keep going, as I feel so bad. “I don’t know,” I told her, “I think it’s because I have stories to tell—about my life and what it’s meant to me—the horrors and the beautiful things. It’s all me really. It would be terrible if nobody heard that; so I go on so they can hear it and so I can tell them, too.”Reifynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14346573496969586088noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243871790396246553.post-7879524555005212512013-10-22T14:20:40.813-07:002013-10-22T14:20:40.813-07:00I for one would really like to see your “Destrier”...I for one would really like to see your “Destrier” story…I would certainly enjoy anything right now that had some hope at the end of it, because I’m not sure my own life does right now. I’ve carefully read all the comics you’ve posted one night when I couldn’t sleep (which are most nights) and truly appreciate your skill to place such inner truth onto paper. “Houses of the Holy” deserves some kind of award. I deeply appreciated it, not only as a work of art, but as a genuine voice of one person’s soul. And the comic about comic-creators and how they obsess about their work and sometimes live desperate lives: that was another one that was amazing.<br />I’m envious of the fact you can actually work on your stuff: I have been unable to do much drawing due to injures that I suffered a few years ago that are getting progressively worse. I think also that being “depressed” about it is also preventing me, though I do continue to write and develop stories I’ve been working on.<br />What disturbs me in this culture is the fact that the medical “profession” sees individual aspects of a person’s life as diseases that should be covered up or gotten rid of. I have learned that this is bunk, and that all such things as “depression”, “anxiety”, “phobias” or whatever they pull out of their book of labels are actually legitimate voices from within a person’s soul, and they’re there so we can pay attention to them and where they come from. They are part of the myths that make up our lives.<br />You know what a myth is? It isn’t a story that isn’t true: it’s an expression of something that is so real that there is no other way of expressing it than by some metaphor. And this sometimes takes the form of us hurting ourselves, or hiding, or even suppressing our creativity, or being unkind to ourselves in other ways. By trying to “cure” these very real things, I suppose they are being suppressed; which means they’re not likely to just “go away”: at least not forever. And sometimes they burst out of the closet they get crammed into, all of a sudden and all at once.Reifynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14346573496969586088noreply@blogger.com