With Robin Williams passing, I reflect a bit. I know a bit about depression. Lets leave it at that. Years ago, in a galaxy, far, far away I chatted with Chris Farley. We aged not far from each other. Hed come back for Christmas with his family and I was at a local restaurant/bar. Go figure? The two of us at a bar? Earlier in the year we had played volleyball. Me and 2 friends against him, Adam Sandler and Rob Schneider. They did not win. Yes, he was in a sport coat that was too small for him that night around Christmas. I keep auditioning for serious roles. They will not take me seriously. I felt many emotions when he said those words. A deep sadness. A little pissed. He was beloved. SNL, come on. Tommy Boy was rockin the silver screen. He seemed to have it all. I wouldve given my left nut to be him (in a better fitting sport coat). It was his lamentation and seemingly unhappy state with his Being that touched me. I could not know what was in his mind. What prompted this depression? When you seemingly have the world by the ass. It is your oyster. It stuck with me. That haunting sadness. I was not surprised by his demise. Saddened, but not surprised. I offer this to all those that think they know whats in others minds (such as Robin Williams). As though we are all the same. We are not. A little compassion please.
Posted on: Thu, 14 Aug 2014 07:04:49 +0000
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