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'night, Mother
One of my major pet peeves is when someone says "get over it."
Anyone who says "get over it" to someone has absolutely no interest in the other person. They just want the problem to go away. As if a person who's in such a state that they have to "get over" anything is even in a receptive mindstate that hearing someone say "get over it" would do any good! It's a cop-out and I hate it.
That said, I listened to a live performance recording of the play 'night, Mother, and the entire time I just wanted to smack Jessie upside the head and scream, "GET OVER IT!"
God damn! What an infuriating play. This won the fucking Pulitzer? I'm reading on Amazon about all these people hailing it as a wonderful play, that Jessie is a sympathetic character, that her killing herself was understandable, even perhaps the right decison. No, fuck that. There are people with problems much, much worse than hers, people for whom suicide is far more justifible. Jessie needs to take up a hobby or something. Travel abroad, see the world. Re-evaluate her life, not just go "I don't like my life or the state of the world so I'm going to kill myself."
If I were her mother, I've have smacked her over the head with that gun, set her straight, and then made her make Momma a pie. That's how the play should have gone. The whole thing would have been five minutes long and it would be a masterpiece.
Good god damn, I need something good to happen to me tonight. Things just don't feel right, and I could seriously use a smile on my face by the end of today.
Anyone who says "get over it" to someone has absolutely no interest in the other person. They just want the problem to go away. As if a person who's in such a state that they have to "get over" anything is even in a receptive mindstate that hearing someone say "get over it" would do any good! It's a cop-out and I hate it.
That said, I listened to a live performance recording of the play 'night, Mother, and the entire time I just wanted to smack Jessie upside the head and scream, "GET OVER IT!"
God damn! What an infuriating play. This won the fucking Pulitzer? I'm reading on Amazon about all these people hailing it as a wonderful play, that Jessie is a sympathetic character, that her killing herself was understandable, even perhaps the right decison. No, fuck that. There are people with problems much, much worse than hers, people for whom suicide is far more justifible. Jessie needs to take up a hobby or something. Travel abroad, see the world. Re-evaluate her life, not just go "I don't like my life or the state of the world so I'm going to kill myself."
If I were her mother, I've have smacked her over the head with that gun, set her straight, and then made her make Momma a pie. That's how the play should have gone. The whole thing would have been five minutes long and it would be a masterpiece.
Good god damn, I need something good to happen to me tonight. Things just don't feel right, and I could seriously use a smile on my face by the end of today.
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and of course it gets you into trouble.. specifically with the people who tell you to get over things.
but i do want to add this.. i've never meant to be insensitive to you by saying that. i never meant to infer that any of what you've had to deal with is trivial or painless. i know better, because in many cases i have been there.
that being said.. i stand by what i've said.. but if i've ever been inadvertantly insensitive, i really am sorry. you're my friend and i love you, brother.. and i've only said what i thought was best.
i thank you for your patience, and your willingness (and even sometimes enthusiasm) to listen to what i have to say about any of it. i consider myself honored that you trust me enough to discuss the things in your life with me.