First, a little RIP shout out to the helluva voice Whitney Houston. Regardless of what these toxicology results determine, the event itself is a tragedy. The music industry has lost an amazingly talented and successful artist; a mom has lost her daughter; a young 18 year old has lost her mother in the prime of her life. It’s so very sad.
I was discussing the heavy use of drugs and alcohol among celebrities with my madré over the weekend and my conclusion was this:
I believe that everyone, at one point or another, looks for feelings of euphoria, invincibility or numbness to satisfy or counteract personal struggles. Every one of us has these struggles, but it is the degree of them that differs. Some may seek the advise of a friend or counselor, others may turn to retail therapy, alcohol, food, gambling, mindless sex, or other high risk activities for a distraction or temporary fix. It is not up to us to decide what someone else needs to deal with their own struggles.
When you are in a position of extreme fame or success, whether it be as an actor, singer, athlete or successful businessman, you are under constant pressure from everyone, including yourself, to continue that success. What happens if you fail? What happens if you do succeed, but you reach all the goals you’ve dreamed of since childhood? What if you had always wanted to win a Grammy, and now had 8 of them. What’s next? What about that dream of playing professional baseball and winning a World Series? Check. How the heck do you deal with the pressure of following that up with something even better? Anyone in one of those positions has been working toward these lofty goals for decades… and when they reach them, where do they go from there?
I’m not saying it’s right or excusable to turn to any of the aforementioned activities for a higher high. I’m just saying that I get it. When the pressure to be greater is that intense, I bet it would be easy to lose your way. And for that, and for Whit, I feel sad. And that’s that.
Oh, V-day, you obnoxious whore you…
I’ve never had a real valentine… except for maybe last year when a boy I went on 2 dates with sent me chocolates to my workplace (when I didn’t even tell him the name of the place where I worked… there was no third date…) Maybe except for my dad who always brings me some flowers. He’s a sweet guy. Not the One sent me a text on the V-day we were together… he went off with friends for the weekend and left me behind… and all he had to say was “happy v-card day!” What does that even mean? Clearly we had surpassed that event already… Anyway, at this point in life I’m pretty much over this lovey dovey holiday as I clearly think you don’t need a special day to tell people you care about them. BUT… and this is a giant but… this year I am participating in an awesome little ditty from the lovely Ashalah which is a sort of bloggy Secret Santa, but instead of Santa, you get to play Cupid. She hooks you up with a stranger (scandalous) and you send a fellow blogger or blog-follower a valentine in the mail! How cute is that? I am super excited about mine, even if I don’t know her… because I DO know that this is her first Valentine’s out of a 7 year relationship, and I’m pretty determined to make it her best one ever. EVER.
Fabulous? I think so…
And lastly, a little more sad news, just because it’s Monday and we all need a little pick me up… the super cute old folks I take care of during the weekend have to move into a nursing home! Yes, I know at first they were more clients with bowel issues and crass comments, but I’ve grown to love them both! Basically, they can’t afford 24/7 private care anymore and need to move into a county home… which SUCKS. You have to move your entire life to a place you don’t want to go which is about as far away from home as possible, all because you’ve run out of money. My heart is so sad for them… Fred just told me, “I’m so depressed about it…” and Dorthy was just trying not to cry… I, of course, left them all my contact info (which is probably against the home care rules), so they can call me when they get settled and I’ll go visit them. I’ll make Fred cookies because he LOVES his desserts and I’ll paint Dorthy’s nails because she loves my little at home manicures. Getting old sucks, and that’s all there is to it.
I hope you all have an enjoyable Monday… you know… enjoying your YOUTH while you have it available to ya! Maybe you’ll be inspired to be a local elderly’s valentine tomorrow… you never know…