Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Gone Awhile




Yesterday was a horror show of missteps and retreats.  There surely must be something to all this aligning of the stars.  Every communication I had was a hostile or semi-hostile response/complaint/critique.  It was the strangest, most awful day I've ever experienced in that sense.  I hadn't a friend in the world.

No, I take that back.  C.C. came by and there was nothing of the sort there.  None of the criticism/reprisal was face to face.  It was all in writing.

No, I take that back.  One of the factory workers was offensive to my face.  Maybe two.

It was awful, nonetheless.  And I am like a wounded animal now seeking a comfortable retreat.

But I know there is no end to the ignominious suffering we must endure.

All the while, my life grows darker.  And I fear there is nothing nor no one to save me.

And still I know that too many have it worse.

I am going to be gone for awhile.  Cafe Selavy has more visitors than ever.  I have built something, but I must stop for awhile.  The silences are deafening.  Every comment, even from friends, is barbed.  You know when it is time to leave the party.  The line will be dead awhile.  It's time to go.

7 comments:

  1. Poor boy, wish I could give you a comforting hug.
    But, since I can't:
    Snap out of it!
    XXX

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  2. Tough love--just what is needed!

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  3. Is that sarcasm, Anita?
    I really wish I could kick Selavy's ass sometimes, really.
    So that his face points in the direction of all the good things he has...
    Now, I know that all grief hurts, like when a baby drops his candy in the dirt...
    Still, goddamned...!
    Where is our hero? I want him back!
    Leaving us like this... some guts!
    Don't we worry enough with his usual posts already???

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  4. Cafes are supposed to close in August not June. :)

    Enjoy your time away from posting. Like any good series there must be "time off" -- you leave us with a few good many cliff-hangers. Looking forward to next seasons kick off.

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  5. Mornings don't seem the same.

    No sarcasm, Nadja, I am in agreement. It's hard to communicate intention in a blog comment, but usually when I am being sarcastic I throw in a few swear words.

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  6. Glad you are back. I was just starting to catch on.

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