Grump

“What if your pain could be erased?”

QuoteI don’t want my pain erased. As wretched as it is, I need my pain; it makes me who I am; it makes me Grumpy.”

~ Once Upon A Time
Season 1; Episode 9: 7:15 A.M.

The ironic thing is that I presume most people misinterpret this attitude as disagreeable, which I guess could be viewed as such by others. I suppose I want to defend Grumpy’s statement because I can identify with it.

Growing up in a non-demonstrative [of love, feeling – in my opinion, of course], love was best displayed that if you were lucky enough to be the focus of ribbing/teasing, you were loved. I testify that constant teasing can make one grumpy, especially, when that same person has been spoiled and is facing the reality of life, being on the short end of the stick.

When I think about it further, teasing continued throughout my childhood: Fat, Gay – and I didn’t even know what gay was yet. As I enter the final stage of life (beginning, middle, end – my heart is softening my life resentments and I realize how bullying can affect one’s life, though the evil side of me still has a problem with being a big enough to be bullied that far. I am the biggest sissy around, yet I am still here – mentally and physically.

THEN AGAIN…knowing that there is a cost for magic, I would have to nail down all the particulars before agreeing to it. Actually, on the face of it, NO, I would not want my pain erased; I’m too afraid of the consequences. And with my record of having lived a Charlie Brown existence, I can’t afford to take the chances.

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Regina

“I can’t keep living like this!”

Quote What Snow did to me; what she took from me. It’s eating me alive. Her very existence mocks me. She must be punished.”

Once Upon A Time
Season 1, Episode 2: The Thing You Love Most

I can so identify with the Evil Queen (Lana Parrilla). June has been relegated as Gay Pride Month. I am gay, but I am not proud. If anything, My feelings towards other gays are equal to the Evil Queen’s feelings towards Snow.

Rationally, I admit my lack of good choices and accountability in life corroded my self respect. All I ever wanted in life was a companion to share my life with. Growing up gay; knowing I was different, but now how; and the constant bullying I experienced from others with more sharpened intuition made keeping my secret unbearable.

“What they did to me; what they took from me; it’s eating me alive!”

When I learned I was gay and that there were others I celebrated…right into addiction, irrationality and the whole time I was still hoping, seeking and desiring a companion. Of course my perceptions of what love would be got warped and twisted. My journey into loneliness was only compounded by the fact that being overweight my whole life, I was not the ideal “West Hollywood,” “South Beach” skinny, muscular homo.

“Their very existence mocks me!”

As such, I did not find much to be gay or proud about and continue to mull these dire thoughts.

“I can’t keep living like this!”

I have given up in life. My health has deteriorated over two years and now I am plagued with elder complications. I have no ambition, no friends, and probably insufficient energy for any activities. I just wait to die now and in the meantime, I enjoy the company of my dog, Mojo, with whom I have a pact that we must die at the same time.