Does anyone have any theories as to why Bliss is having SUCH a hard time with her grandfather's death?
Did grandpa raise you, Bliss? Was this the first time anyone you knew died?
I understand being upset about it, but this is the natural order of things. The oldest generation dies. It's always sad to lose someone, but it's just how it works.
My first reaction when people are OVERLY distraught about grandparents dying is:
Um... that's what grandparents are SUPPOSED to do. They die.
I mean, I get being upset. Of course you're allowed some time to mourn them and be sad. But for some people it goes on for YEARS like they lost a child or something.
Then again, I've been told I can't dictate how someone mourns. But you can't tell me that, in this case, it's a little AWy and self-serving.
Post by picklepie09 on May 25, 2012 13:49:04 GMT -5
I think it depends. I mean grandparents can be young now a days. If the family had kids young grandad could literally be 60 or something. Which is young. But I am the same way. its hard.. but you get over it. I had to kind of give a side eye to the comment about how traumatic it was to be in the hospital getting her strep taken care of when she had just seen her grandad die in a hospital bed. To me that seems a bit much. But then again you never know how certain people process grief.. Trying to not be too judgemental but alas I am
Muddled-you know it's so she can garner as much "oh poor you" attention as possible.
Mags-I was shocked at the number of oh hi bliss responses she got (especially after her ranty ass OP) after her psychotic break on TN MM. Apparently, once again, her GBCN was sadly not forever.
I was devestated when my Grandpa died. I took almost two weeks off of school in the week leading up to his death and in the week after his death. I imagine I will be in worse shape if and when my Grandma dies.
But. I still had to pay my bills, do my homework, etc. Life still goes on. Struggles are okay. Wallowing and using it as an excuse? Not so okay.
My grandma died Feb 1997, and my grandpa on the other side committed suicide eight months later. I can promise you I wasn't making bitchy ass posts on message boards a month or two later and expecting people to feel sorry for me. And I also wasn't getting tattoos when I had no money. Or posting about every piss poor decision I ever made and getting pissed when people questioned me about it. Or...etc.
LOL that Bliss is a "victim of circumstance". What a fucking stupid twat. What a complete fucking moron. Grrrr. Life, Bliss, this is life. Shit happens, every day, to all of us, that doesn't make everyone victims of circumstance.
I would say that suicide would be outside of the normal course of events and I could understand that messing someone up for a while.
I'm sorry that you had such a difficult time losing your grandfather, Huber.
I guess I just see it as the circle of life and, though it's something no one is looking forward to, there is not a whole lot you can do to prevent it, so you accept it and move along.
hoobs is huber! I kept thinking booby! Seriously, we need a cheat sheet or something. The mass nest exodus resulted in many changed SNs and it is confusing me!
I agree with you Muddled. It's tough, but its not "feel sorry for me because my life is so hard" tough. I hate to think of losing my remaining grandparents, especially my dad's mom. She's the person that I always turn to. This is terrible to say, but it will be harder to lose her than to lose my own mom.
I think that Bliss is just so "I can't controll it! Shit keeps happening to me! I'm doing everything right!" She is so clearly not doing everything right. I can only imagine how she is IRL.
Does anyone have any theories as to why Bliss is having SUCH a hard time with her grandfather's death?
Did grandpa raise you, Bliss? Was this the first time anyone you knew died?
I understand being upset about it, but this is the natural order of things. The oldest generation dies. It's always sad to lose someone, but it's just how it works.
Am I being exceptionally bitchy here?
Ok, let's clear things up a bit.
I not completely distraught my grandpa died. It happened almost 2 months so ago and happened very quickly and out of the blue. It was 8 days from diagnosis to death. Everyday that I went to visit him he asked "how many days until graduation." He was only 63 and I was very close to him. So yes, it's been tough but I'm not wallowing in his death. I'm sad he wasn't able to attend my graduation and that was really really tough. He died almost 2 weeks before my graduation.
The week after graduation I got sick. Really sick and had to go to the ER. It was scary and awful being alone in the ER so soon after having watch my Grandpa die. It needed to happen but it was still scary. Not the end of the world scary but still not a moment I really wanted to be alone in a hospital.
As for my tattoo...it was a graduation present and was free from an old friend. I was briefly homeless because of the deposit I put on a place in San Diego and coupled with my meds for my strep (no insurance) I wasn't going to be able to pay my rent. I then took a brief break from Twitter to figure out my plan. I did and things are looking up on that aspect.
What I'm wallowing in...is that my dreams didn't come true, I wound up unemployed and broke. It's been a rough last 3 weeks but things do seem to be looking up. Even though my attitude still sucks and I"m not necessarily happy with staying in UT; I'm doing it because I know it's the right thing to do. I'm beyond stressed, exhausted and feel so isolated.
I wasn't even thinking about your hospital stint. You seemed to fall apart when he died. Maybe that was a combination of factors, but that was when you thought SD was working out and you were really excited about the future.
Anyway, I am sorry that you lost someone that you cared about. I'm sorry that you had no one to call while you were in the hospital. I'm sorry that you've forgotten that you still have time to make all your dreams come true.
Why did SD fall through?
Also, did you see that Tom Cruise has a tat just like yours for that movie musical that I can't remember the name of?
It was a combination of factors that made me fall apart. I'm still figuring out what I want from life and how I need to get there. It all just seemed to blur together.
San Diego fell through because of a few things. The place I was planning on moving, had a death in the family and needed the room I'd be renting. The crap car that I was using to relocate was vandalized beyond what I wanted to repair. It just suddenly became an even more expensive adventure that I wasn't ready for. And it really really sucks.
Post by justduckydancer on May 25, 2012 18:12:55 GMT -5
Okay when I graduated from college I had hopes and dreams too. I didn't have much to my name either. I was unemployed too. My dreams still haven't really happened yet. You know what? Am I disappointed? Yes. Did I wallow in it? No. Did I have really tough days where I felt useless? Sure! But you know what? I went out and applied for jobs. Any jobs. I've been working some shitty jobs, but I'm moving up in a really good company. I'm still young, I have time to have my dreams come true as do you. Right now, I'm just taking care of my DH and I and doing what I can.
Death is difficult no matter what. Still life goes on. I will say it has been 12 years since my uncle was brutally murdered, and there are times I struggle with that (my mother more so). My other uncle was also killed (by proxy) by his mistress 6 years ago. My grandmother died in a very traumatic way 2 years ago(we live 3 hours from where she was. My *evil* aunts restricted us from her hospital room. My brothers and sisters were coming to say good bye, and they were about 2 hours from the hospital when my aunts found that out, they decided they were going to pull the plug immediately. They were going to wait until the next morning to see if there was any progress in her condition. When she finally did pass away, they didn't tell us. They left us in the hospital waiting room until the chaplain came in looking for my aunt's friend. He told us she had passed about 30 minutes before. They took the ashes to both my grandmother and my grandfather who had died a couple months before my grandma and won't tell us what they did with them). As weird as it sounds, I wish death in my family could be as simple as illness or just death.
You know what you have to do next. You get a job and you work hard. You know that.
Doors will open.
I do know that and that's what I've been doing. Doesn't mean it doesn't suck. And I'll complain about it. It's not what I wanted and it's not what I planned. I'll do what needs to be done to survive but I don't want to just survive...I want to be happy and survive. Right now I'm just surviving. It's getting better but I'm surviving.