Through the past year, I've thought of Patrice often. The guy tried. That's what I miss most, I think. He really did try.
I realized midway through my journal entry that I was going to publish it. So that's what this is. I hope you all have a great day.
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Wednesday, November 28, 2012. 3:39 p.m.
The Alley, NYC
I'm not really in the
mood to journal. But I'll try to do it for 15 minutes. What I would
really like to do is...
I'm not really sure. I
wanted to write that I want to work on the book idea I have with
Steph Simbari. But I'm not sure I'm really that excited to do so.
It's just not that big a deal.
What am I writing? I'm
writing without evne thinking. And not in the cool, free-writing
session kind of way. I'm just typing garbage. AT least that's what
it feels like. Maybe not. Maybe everything is something. That's
probably true. Why did I write that it's not that big a deal? I
don't know. Myabe it was just the natural thing to write after I
just wrote “I'm not sure I'm really that excited to do so.” Or
maybe I actually meant it, specific to this situation.
I'm really struggling
in my life right now. But not in the way that I have in the past.
In the past, I just haven't done anything. Now, it's not that I'm
not doing anything. It's that even when I do something, it still
feels like nothing. That's
the terrifying part, probably. I'm starting to really try, and
really use my days to the fullest, and it still feels
like nothing is changing, nothing is getting done, and nothing is
progressing. Nothing is worth doing. There it is. Nothing
is worth the trouble of doing it, just for the minimal results it
will bring, even best-case scenario.
So
that's what I have to start making peace with, or continue to make
peace with. The idea that even when I'm working at peak efficiency,
it's still not a sexy result. It's still not that great.
So
that's the fight. That's the battle. That's what I need to continue
to realize, but also to overcome.
Not
overcome, maybe. I just need to make peace with
it. Literally. I need to realize that it will never go away. That
reality will never be “defeated,” per se'. But I can make peace
with it. I can make peace with the monster. And it's a presumed
monster.
It's
a monster like Patrice. I've been taught to be afraid of it. But
have I ever talked to it? Have I ever gotten to know it?
That's
it. I need to talk to my monsters. I need to talk to my fears. I
need to get to know them. I owe them that. And selfishly, I owe
myself that. Some will be a dark energy, like Neil Constantine. But
at least some of them will be light. Almost like air. It will be
incredibly uplifting to meet them, and get to know them.
So
who is this Patrice? This Patrice is the idea that even if I succeed
beyond my wildest dreams, it will still feel like nothing.
Okay.
Hi. It's nice to meet you. Sorry that this is awkward. Or not
“sorry.” Whatever. You get it.
Haha.
The first time is always awkward. It's a joke I have. Or a point,
I suppose. But you gotta go through the weird first time, if you
ever want to get good. Right? I say yes. It's funny. So I trust
it.
Do
you ever want to be funny, Deepest Fear? Are you funny sometimes?
Does it bug you that everyone gets sad when they see you? A lot of
people don't even talk to you.
Even
the “scary” people – the ones with a “dark” energy – I
bet it's worth getting to know them when they're drunk. You get to
see into a soul in a way that you wouldn't see otherwise.
I've
been afraid of you for a little while now. The thing was, it took me
a long time to get to meet you. Because I've been meeting other
fears along the way, almost like they were blocking me from you. So
now that I'm finally meeting you, Fear That My Best Will Change
Nothing, I have a bunch of assumptions about you. Assumptions that
probably have nothing to do with you.
I
thought you could kill me. I thought you were surly, and that you
liked seeing people sad. I thought you went out of your way to ruin
people, to ruin their days, to make them feel like nothing.
Wow.
My first instinct is to apologize to you. But that's not the way I
want to live my life. Even when you apologize, it's still about me
largely. “I'm sorry.”
It's still about me. I'm patting myself on the back for being
willing to finally stop being
an idiot.
Well,
Deep Fear, thank you.
Thank you for being so patient. Thank you for waiting, longer than
you needed to, for me to figure it out.
I
just took 10 minutes off from writing. Because I realized that
tomorrow is the 1-year anniversary of Patrice O'Neal's death.
Was
his life pointless? I think he was frustrated with how meaningless
his best efforts were. But the dude was a human being. Louis C.K.
Dedicated his special to him. Jim Norton dedicated his special to
him. He was a tremendous influence on me, and anyone who I have any
influence on, he'll be a huge influence on them. If I'm not
mistaken, Stephanie Simbari was a tremendous fan. Calise Hawkins is
still impacted by his words, by what he had to say, by how he tried
to live his life. There were many. And the number is still
climbing.
I
think I may have miscast you, Fear. How frustrating it must be for
you. Frustrating to
want to be a positive, motivating factor for people. And then most
people end up hiding from you. Most people resent you, because you
represent things, because you bring things to light that perhaps
people don't want to see. And so you take the brunt of the
punishment. People say they hate you. People do hate you.
But they shouldn't. They're just not thinking rationally.
That's
what Patrice was. Patrice was fear, personified. But fear isn't a
bad thing. You're not a bad thing, Fear. But I've miscast you all
these years. I've thought you were there to hurt me. I thought you
were the bad guy.
I
think I just realized I'm going to publish this. I'll make it
public. Cool.
Patrice
was fear. In that way, Patrice, you're still with me. You were the
energy of Fear. But Fear isn't a bad thing. Fear isn't mean. Fear
is love. Fear is Love.
So someone like Neil, who comes off so negative, who so embodies
“fear” - yeah. That makes sense. People like that, they're like
human fire alarms. Not always pleasant to be around – in fact,
usually unpleasant – but they are negative out of a desire to be
positive.
Yeah.
Okay. Yeah. Yeah. Right? Yeah.
People
that personify “fear” - if they were in fact “evil,” or
whatever word you want to use, then they wouldn't be so uncomfortable
to be around. It wouldn't make sense. It wouldn't be the worst
thing to do. Fear is not the bad thing – it's the friend that
doesn't want to see you blindsided by the bad thing that might
happen.
I
have family that are proud Republicans, and I have family that are
quiet Republicans. Fuck quiet Republicans. If you are what you
claim you are, I can shake your hand. I don't care what you are. Be
a pedophile. Just don't tell me you're not.
That's what evil is. Evil is dishonesty. That's all that evil is.
It's dishonesty.
Patrice
was many things. But he was, above all, not dishonest. That was
what his life goal evolved into – to be righteous.
To not lie. Half the reason he wanted to understand himself was so
that he could make sure he wasn't lying to anyone about who he was.
He didn't want to hurt anyone else's pursuit of understanding.
Evil
is dishonesty. Patrice was the opposite of that. Patrice was love.
Patrice was Fear. But Fear is Love. Patrice is Love.
Damn
I miss that dude. Like, in the human form. In one collected
grouping of fat, black, dude. But he's still here, really.
But
still. Fuck. It was fun to see that in human form.
4:26 pm, Wednesday, November 28, 2012
4:26 pm, Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Thank you for sharing this.
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