Good grief with this grief already
You should all know, grief, it's stupid. Like, really stupid. The problem with grief, is that I can never tell if its anger, depression, or anxiety...or just fucking grief. When I knew his time was up, and that a death was eminent, I subscribed to an idea of grief. The death of my father was going to make me cry for hours on end. Make me throw myself on a coffin. Force me to live at his grave-site until threatened with a sanitarium holiday. I haven't hit the mark on either of those. Instead I am this guy ---- In case you aren't familiar with that warm and fuzzy photo, that's a screen shot from Seven, the one where the hero, named John Doe, sets out to rid the world of those that participate in the Seven Deadly Sins. In the film, he describes being grossed out by everything and everyone. That's me. No joke, that is all me. That is my fucking grief. People's laughter and simpleton chatter drive me insane. The mere sound of Kyle Mclachlan's v