I find myself…hardly being able to do anything. I don’t really know what to say here. I just sort of want to lay in bed all day and not get up. Call me stupid or whatever you want, because I’m distraught over a “celebrity”, a man I never knew. But my sorrow is real. I may never have physically known him, but I feel that I do know him on some level. He’s become one of closest friends. An “imaginary friend”, if you will. He’s real to me, still here, even if no one can see him but me.
And yet…I don’t feel like I’m sad enough. I’ve not cried as much as I feel I should. But maybe I’ve just become a bit desensitized about the whole matter because of all the “RIP John Lennon” “I love and miss you, John” “I can’t believe John’s dead” floating around on the social media. It’s sort of…commonplace. So I don’t really notice. I just sort of scroll by. Or reblog or like or whatever. But that doesn’t mean anything.
And my family doesn’t really care, of course. He’s just another one of my “rockstars”. He’s not a real person to them. They could never feel my pain. And my sister hates him and the Beatles so she’s constantly making hurtful comments and it takes all I have not to burst out in tears or slap her across the face or something. But I know I can’t do either of those things.
Maybe it’ll hit me later. Will I be able to go to school tomorrow? I don’t know. I’ll probably drag myself there like I usually do when I’m depressed. You can’t call in depressed to school. You can’t have an excused absence for mourning the death of a famous singer you “never knew.”
John is…what can I say about John Winston Lennon? He is the love of my life. He is one of my closest companions. He is my imaginary friend. He was a loving father, caring husband, and wonderful friend to all who knew him. Or even just to strangers. He is a martyr. A saint, perhaps. Not just a musician, not just a “Beatle”, not just an icon or a legend. He is John Lennon. That little boy that had to choose between his mum and dad when he was 4. That young man who lost his mother to a drunk driving policeman. The man who had to put up a front to the rest of the world so that he could get along and not let anyone get to him. Not let anyone hurt him because he was really still that lost little boy inside.
John is my working class hero. I will love him until the day I die. And past that. And maybe, just maybe…I’ll meet him up there in the clouds and we can be together with The Lord.
And there’ll be no more tears. Not ever.
he’s being emotionally manipulative and using Thor’s weakness for Jane to get what he wants
because he’s a villain
stop trying to make everything Loki does into some kind of sob story he’s literally saying this to try and trick Thor not because he gives a shit about how happy he is
I think a lot of people mistake Loki for a sympathetic character because he’s so very emotionally manipulative
it’s almost like
he’s not just manipulating Thor
but he’s manipulating the audience as well
and i like him anyway.
i love him.
marry me, loki