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Green Room - Break Week - Day 9

Who will 2016 be murdering next? Seriously, it's only got a few days and seems to be out for every last bit of blood it can get.

Do you have any hope at all for 2017, or do you think it will just be 2016 in a fake mustache and glasses?

The break week topics are over here: http://therealljidol.livejournal.com/961914.html


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Dec. 29th, 2016 02:30 pm (UTC)
When I saw the headline about Debbie Reynolds, (a friend posted on FB) Ithought, that is NOT funny.

I honestly thought it was something like The Onion or whatever, because no fucking way.

It's hit me pretty hard, partly because I'm of the age that remembers her heyday. Partly because of Carrie Fisher.

Hope is a rare commodity for me right now. I'm deeply afraid of what impact the next four years will have on the world.
Dec. 29th, 2016 03:07 pm (UTC)
Couldn't sleep so I spent some time watching George Michael videos on YouTube. I'm getting afraid to take too deep a breath in case they announce another celebrity death. It's not the celebrities - it's heartbreaking for those who knew them and loved them - it's the cultural icons that are being lost to us. The stars were reference points in our personal stories. (Do you remember the time we were watching Singing In The Rain, and we started singing along, then dancing, and knocked the lamp over? Or when the Faith video was playing on MTV, and we couldn't take our eyes off George Michael's bum? And how many time we watched Empire Strikes Back just to hear Carrie Fisher call Hans Solo a nerf herder?) These people are tied to events in our lives, they are part of our history. It's just so sad.

I always have hope, but things look gloomy. The experts say the price of food - everything! - will drive the average family's grocery bill up by over four hundred dollars in Canada next year. That's basic survival! Still, hope is essential. I will have to learn to be a better, smarter, more thrifty consumer. Time to knuckle down, etc.

We need some good news.

Edited at 2016-12-29 03:43 pm (UTC)
Dec. 29th, 2016 05:57 pm (UTC)
I am a lover of delineations. I'm looking VERY forward to this coming weekend and the start of a New Year. I am feeling intensely hopeful. I think it's going to be good and am planning on entering into it without resolution and resolve.

2016 was not a particularly good year for me. One thing I do at the end of each year is spend a considerable bit of time listing all the positive bits of the past year. Accomplishments, achievements, breakthroughs, goals met, books that affected me, films and tv I enjoyed, events attended that were worthwhile. At the end of the list I usually find myself feeling better or, at the very least, resigned to doing better.

I'm looking forward to compiling that list Saturday and then throwing it into the woodstove and making a wish built of informed and realistic expectations and goals.
Dec. 29th, 2016 06:24 pm (UTC)
I love your "list!"

I used to do that in my pen and paper journal at the end of each year. It was good to spend time reflecting on things I got done, made, created, hopes and goals for the coming year. I stopped doing that about the time I got CFS. There was so very little in the way of accomplishment it became depressing, but I should be used to lowered expectations by now, so maybe it's time to start again.

Things are not as bleak as they are portrayed, particularly in the media. Life just isn't that black and white. There is an eternity of gray to work through before reaching either absolute.

Dec. 29th, 2016 06:20 pm (UTC)

I'm totally ready for the new year but as KR says, fearful for the future too. All this loss of the great and famous forces us to grow up a little bit more with each hit. That sux.

Dec. 29th, 2016 06:29 pm (UTC)
2016-The Year Which Shall Not Be Named
I did a lot of fist shaking at Death this year. Taking too many of my heroes and inspirations.

But, with the year coming to a close, and the bad news piling upon itself like a mountain of garbage....I'm starting to reach a point of....I dunno...acceptance?

Life just is....and then it isn't.
No one can live forever.....

I have seen people angry and hurt, surprised that we have lost some important people this year. Some of whom were in their late 80's and 90's.

But when someone over 70-75 passes, I feel empathy for the family, and the fans to an extent, but I am rarely ever surprised.

2016 has thrown us a few brushback pitches that surprised the hell out of us. And we don't normally like *THOSE* kinds of surprises....

And so, I've seen people screaming about protecting Betty White and Stan Lee.

A friend said: "Stop tempting the Fates!"

Another friend said: "They *knew* these people. They were idols during their formative years."

On that same friend's post, someone commented:

"Does anyone else remember their grandparents and, later perhaps, their parents saying something like "We have reached that age". That age when people you know, admired, or were influenced by start to pass away.

Now, *we* have reached that age. The difference is how quickly and broadly the news is spread, allowing us to feel the pain more acutely than in previous decades."

How true. Sad.....But true.

But...bear with me for a second....this is just an opinion. How many of these people we've lost this year have been:

1. In some way ill or (due to lifestyle) have the potential for onset of illness?
2. Of an age where things start to happen with the body anyway?
3. People we grew up with? And it's *extra* painful because it's unconsciously reminding us that we're mortal too....

Have we "reached that age"?

So, we rail at the Gods for taking our heroes, and we shake our useless fists at the Fates, tempting them to show us just how shitty it can get.

And my friend said: "I'm full up on sads, thank you very much."

I agree, I am full up on sads too.

And.....tempting the Fates is never a good idea. But I think there's a lot of tempting going on because if we shriek loud enough, then we don't have to think about the thoughts I listed above.

But, in the end....This is the material plane,
And honestly, it could use a good sanding.

Edited at 2016-12-29 06:32 pm (UTC)
Dec. 29th, 2016 06:52 pm (UTC)
RE: 2016-The Year Which Shall Not Be Named
I agree.

We are now "of that age" and many of those who passed this year had histories of risky behaviors that could have greatly affected their longevity, or had reached the stage in live where things fall apart. We don't even have to look at the stars, we just need to look in the mirror, or at our peers, our siblings.

In my own family a loved one who prided himself on being in good shape was recently diagnosed with coronary artery disease. My head and heart still reeling from the news, I have to keep reminding myself we're in our sixties, because I certainly don't feel that old, I am sure he doesn't either.

Perhaps 2016 should go down as memento mori, life's wake up call.

Edited at 2016-12-29 06:53 pm (UTC)
Dec. 29th, 2016 07:28 pm (UTC)
Re: 2016-The Year Which Shall Not Be Named
I'm only in my early 40's, but I remember watching Star Wars at the age of 9 and knowing that Princess Leia was more *MY* Princess than anything Disney could give me.

I remember falling in love with the Goblin King.

I remember singing "When Doves Cry" in my bedroom, with teen band posters on the wall.

90% of the talent we've lost this year did horribly bad things to their bodies in the early years. So, while it hurts to see my childhood pass....it's not exactly surprising.

But to see my friends just....dying...over the death of Richard Adams (Watership Down)....he was 96!!! Come on!!!

Freddie Mercury said it best, "Who wants to live forever?"
Dec. 29th, 2016 08:02 pm (UTC)
Re: 2016-The Year Which Shall Not Be Named
Beautifully stated. And all of it rings true.

I haven't seen anyone "dying" over the passing of Richard Adams, in fact I saw a huge empty cavern of silence. For the most part. I eulogized him yesterday in my LJ because his work was so Important to me and so utterly shaping of my Imagination. My sense that there is always Hope. Absolutely he was of an age in which his dying cannot be a surprise, but this world is a lesser place without him and a better place with the works he left us all.

I feel the exact same way about Leonard Cohen.

And David Bowie. Who was taken too early.
Dec. 29th, 2016 10:59 pm (UTC)
Re: 2016-The Year Which Shall Not Be Named
I kinda envy you over the silence. Granted, the notifications of his passing and Fisher were literally within hours of each other....and it was maybe a case of, "Really, Universe?!?! I mean....REALLY?!?!?", but I had a friend literally in tears over Adams.

And I'm over here going.....Dude....we should all be so lucky to make 96.

I would rather celebrate the brightness and creativity that he, and Cohen brought us....and know that we had them for so long.

That's how I view death when it comes late in life.

But, when it's young, unexpected, and a distinct part of my childhood....that hits a little closer to home. Yanno?

You kinda start looking in the bathroom mirror and wonder what time bombs could you be carrying....because you were no angel either.

EDIT: And then this link popped up in my feed:


Edited at 2016-12-29 11:04 pm (UTC)
Dec. 29th, 2016 09:43 pm (UTC)
Adversity is the first path to trust...Lord Byron...perhaps in his coat pocket was Hope also..without hope perhaps we should simply blow bubbles on new years eve...and throw Poo Sticks...
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