It’s sad. So sad. That in a country that allegedly celebrates diversity – and it’s “cool” to be different…when people really are different from the majority…if they are children they are rushed to the doctor…if they are an adult…they make an appointment with the doctor.
Let me remind you, people, that if someone had rushed Stephen King to a doctor because he had horrific thoughts in his head…he would have been medicated and we would not have books and movies like Carrie (the classic and the new).
Let’s not forget Galileo! As the Indigo Girls remind us: Galileo’s head was on the block…his crime was looking up for truth.” was an Italian physicist, astronomer, astrologer, and philosopher , often referred to as the "father of modern astronomy," and "father of modern physics", and "father of science". In 1616, Galileo tried to convince the Roman Church not to ban his ideas. He laid low for a while, but somehow managed to alienate Pope Urban VIII by citing the Pope's words as someone else's.
Galileo was placed on trial for suspected heresy in 1633, was found guilty, and had a "reduced" sentence of house arrest until the day he died on January 8, 1642.
We can’t all be fascinated by Food Network TV, Bravo Shows, Shoe shopping, Video Games, and sports.
I’m becoming increasingly pissed at the “diagnosis” of “different” thinking is “must be a disorder – here’s a pill to numb you.”
When the diagnosis should be a celebration that you are one of the rare people that actually DOES think different (news flash – driving around with an Obama sticker on your car doesn’t make you “forward thinking” – it signifies that you think along with the crowd. Wearing thick black nerdy glasses doesn’t make you stand out, it makes you the same as all the other people trying to prove how trendy and utterly cool they are.
And while I’m writing my 3a.m. memo – let me include something called once used to be called life. Now, it’s referred to as a “condition.”
Audrey Hepburn referred to it as a case of the “mean reds” in Breakfast At Tiffany’s. Had Audrey had Blue Cross Blue Shield, she would have been sent to the doctor and he would have diagnosed her with depression and put her on some drug that would cure her of “depression.”
Guess what people? There are good days, there are bad days. Bad things happen to good people. A tornado doesn’t destroy a whole town because they all have “bad karma.” A tornado destroys a small town because that’s called fucking nature.
Don’t be fooled by society telling you it’s not normal to have highs and lows, anger and sadness.
We all suffer from “I’m not good enough” syndrome- except for John Thompson – he really doesn’t give a shit what people think about him. And if you ever saw him walking though Lowes wearing cut off BDU’s and slippers you’d know what I mean.
It’s normal to think, “Man, I suck!” some days and some days to think “Everyone BUT ME sucks.”
I’ll tell you what IS’NT NORMAL – popping a tablet so that you walk around like a zombie.
When bad things happen, and they will happen, no matter how wonderful and kind you might be, what I would prescribe for you is to feel the sadness/anger/loss/hurt/pain – that is normal. Look for the silver lining (there always is one – sometimes you just have to really search for it, and sometimes it takes awhile for you to see it) .
And those stories you tell yourself in your head about…ghosts, or angles, or death, or spirituality, or ravens…doesn’t mean you’re foolish – it means you have a gift and it’s how you use that gift that makes the difference. Stories? Movies? Songs? Teaching? Painting? Photography? Making T-shirts? Preaching?
Oh, and one more think. Quit worrying about what people think about you. Easier said than done, right? I know. For someone that often speaks her mind I’ve been on the receiving end of much hate/gossip, eye rolling. Good. It simply means I AM different. I am not a zombie following blindly. And if I can even cause one other person to crawl out of their shell and raise their voice or bring their talent to life, then it’s worth the names I’m called.
Your true friends and family will remain and you will find new friends (and maybe even family!). But even if they all disappeared…it wouldn’t matter as long as you love yourself.
Guess what…we are all human. Some people might say we’re all crazy…but maybe we should start thinking of it as we’re all gifted – and why on earth would you ever seek out a pill to push your gift into a fog. Gifts are meant to be shared. But sometimes, the key is to figure out how best to share that gift.
Whatever is going on in your life – if you’re ecstatic and happy and in loveeeeeeeeeeeee…wait. There will come a time that ecstasy fades and contentment slides in. There may come a day that love turns to indifference. And then there’s sadness. And then guess what? You can choose to start all over again! Everything you need to know in life you don’t need a doctor to tell you – you simply look out your door. Ah, it’s raining, storming. It will pass. Ah – it’s a gorgeous day, flowers are waving, the sun is warm, the ocean is calm.
Somewhere right now, a doctor is prescribing a pill to numb life – to tamp down emotions, instead of recognizing that emotions are part of life. People who think differently are considered “abnormal” instead of GIFTED (artists, teachers, scientists, writers).
Those people are there to help you, I do believe they believe that, but they are also making money by putting you on drugs. The “easy fix.” Nothing worth having in life is easy. Everyone fails. Everyone learns. The trick is to get back on your feet, give the finger to those who laugh at you, and rise up and be better the second, third, fourth, however many times you try and fall. Because I’ll tell you something, I’d much rather have scars of my knees from daring to live fully than sores on my ass from sitting in front of a TV or computer screen watching, making fun of other people who dare to actually LIVE their life.
You can be 1 of 3 people in life. The person who reads the book. The person who writes the book. Or the person who lives the book and then writes the book (or the song or the movie or the lecture or…)
And this concludes my 3a.m. lecture.