Tag: Loneliness

In the grip of loneliness, be Beowulf

Loneliness is a bully. It’s like a thug on a deserted street. It coldcocks you and then kicks you when you’re down. If you don’t fight back, it can kill you, either by forcing your own hand to take an overdose or slash your wrists or pull the trigger, or causing you to fall ill and lose the will to recover.

Loneliness is one of the lowest forms of life, right down there with drug dealers and wife beaters. And it will keep tearing you apart no matter how loudly you wail.

You’ve got to stand up to loneliness. You must not cower, because that feeds loneliness’s basest instincts. Loneliness laughs loudest when you cry and cringe.

A grief-stricken person, for example, after yet another lonely sleepless night and desperate day, has got to say, I’ve had it with this creep! Beat the bastard at its own game. When it laughs at your despair, laugh back and louder.

Be Beowulf. Grab that old sword you keep in the back of the closet and come out slashing. I guarantee the cowardly bully will run from the house. If he doesn’t, cut the bastard’s head off.

If you don’t happen to have an old sword in the back of the closet, then tell loneliness to go fuck itself.

Jolted out of self-pity by hellfire horror

The outside world slapped me in the face today. It yanked me out of my pit of self-pity and gave me a damn good shaking.

I was already weary with grief exhaustion and bereavement burnout, so I was ready for a jolt from the real world. I was sick of whining, sometime wailing, about the dreadful tragedy of my insignificant life — the deaths, over the years, of every member of my immediate family, including my son, and more recently, the hardest blow of all, the death of my wife.


My sorrow was re-directed to the 34 people who burned to death while trapped below deck with no escape hatch when the boat they were on was engulfed in flames off the southern coast of California.

They could be heard screaming and banging on the locked door as the inferno consumed them in a hideously painful death. It didn’t help that all five crew members jumped overboard to save themselves, leaving the passengers to their doom.

The ‘dive boat’ The Conception was on a three-day scuba diving trip when it caught fire while anchored off Santa Cruz Island overnight Monday. The passengers were sleeping in tight quarters below deck when they were trapped by the blaze, the Daily Mail reported. The five crew members had separate sleeping quarters and escaped the inferno in a dinghy.

Daily Mail story here 

A hellish incident like that puts things in perspective for an aging man lamenting his loneliness in a bungalow in the mid-Hudson valley.

Dramatic footage from chopper cam

Photos: Daily Mail