The recent death by suicide of Robin Williams really hit me pretty hard. It reminded me of how much those of us who have felt indescribable pain will usually go out of our way to make sure no one comes close to feeling it. Usually by always keeping them smiling. I've known quite a few people who were gone before their time, whether it be intentional or not. Every single one of these that left this world by suicide were funny people, laughing loud on the outside, just to muffle the screams on the inside.
My daughter inherited her fathers over the top sense of humor and my artistic talents. Long story short, this worries me to no end. I'm wondering if She has an artists' soul with a comedians complex, if she does, it's my fault and I have failed at being a good parent, which I worry about all the time as well(my son is a non verbal autistic with extreme ADHD). Or could it be that she is just genuinely a good person, maybe she just has the good parts of me and her father, maybe what we would have been had this world not twisted us so much that it permanently deformed our essence. Everyone I knew that was funny, was really ****** up and always had issues, Relying so much on peoples reactions to their outlandish or entertaining behavior, that they forgot the issues within them that drew them to seek that comfort in the first place.
Case in point, you can bet your bottom dollar that every comedian has more issues that Farrah Fawcett had layers in the eighties;)
dannygirl89 dannygirl89
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Aug 18, 2014