I let it go even though I doubted his way was working all that well. He said he could handle it, he had his own way. When Paul got better he would refuse to talk about his mute sessions. One time after a session of looking through his DVDs and pretending to talk about movies he said, “I’m not going to get up for a while.” “A while? An hour or so?” “Long enough.”Īnd I’d try telling jokes or talking about things I liked or even bouncing popcorn off his forehead one time, but nothing worked. The responses were grunts or the occasional word. I’d swing by his apartment and he’d let me in, or maybe a roommate did, and then I’d talk next to him for an hour or so. Sometimes there was a slight gap you could coax into a minor opening, but usually it would clamp shut right in front of you. The times when Paul would just turn off to the outside world. Can you get up to to open the door when I get there?” “I…” “Good” “So how are you feeling tonight?” “…” “Paul?” “…yeah?” “You been taking anything?” “…” “Goddammit. It was an uncanny ability if you could try to classify it as some sort of a skill. This is for him.Ĭertainly the thing that Paul was really good at was shutting people out when times got rough. I still miss Paul even though it’s been over 10 years since we last hung out. He wasn’t the easiest guy to know, but at his best he could make me laugh and think about all sorts of new ideas for hours on end. After a long battle he chose to fight alone, he took his own life. He fought his depression several times over a couple decades. Lucky for me it was a phase that I was able to put behind myself with a conscious effort. What I was was stuck in a depression that was eating me alive even as I found it to be so comfy in its absoluteness. Was I the only one who felt this way? The only one who would have such feelings? What can I say, I was a teenager and I thought I was unique. I’ve stared at sharp objects behind fences and wondered what would happen if I were to jump on them and end it all. So you want to kill yourself? Is that why you’re here? OK, well, I’m sorry you feel that way, I know it can all feel horribly, tremendously wrong.
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