Sunday, February 10, 2013

My Dad, Felix Unger Might Be Slightly Negative!

Slightly Negative?....Such an understatement.  I just finished watching the documentary Halston where Liza Minnelli talked a lot about her best friend Halston.  Watching Liza Minnelli got me thinking of Judy Garland.  I was 6 years old watching Wizard of Foz for the 30th time.  I'm guessing on the one time of the year that the Wizard of Foz came on.  I called it Wizard of Foz until I was about 15 years old.  I must have never looked at the beginning, maybe I was in the kitchen getting a cardboard moonpie and some milk from the kitchen.   My Dad, Felix Unger wouldn't sit down in living room and watch the Wizard Of Foz again.  No, he would peer his head through the living room door and say, "You know Dorothy killed herself because she was an alcoholic"....Can you image being 6 years old and you know your beloved Dorothy killed herself.  Then my dad, Felix Unger would further say, "Well she was born right around your grandmother's time, she didn't kill herself at 16, she was much older".  There was no Googling her name to get the entire story.  Now I know she died around 47 years of age, but in my 6 year old mind, she was 16.  Finding out the the Wizard Of Foz was a DREAM shattered me as much as when I found out there was no Santa Claus.  I will say I TOTALLY Lack Common Sense.   I lacked Common Sense when I was 6, and I still lack Common Sense at almost 50.  I Over-Think EVERYTHING.  I live in the Past or the Future.  I never live in the Present.  I make my life Harder than it Has to Be.  I Struggle with Life Everyday.  My Bi Polar Depression gets worse with each day.  I think,  "I'm gunna Die A Nobody, Never Making My Mark Here On This Earth, Just A Plain Old Lady With Ugly Sensible Shoes, Ugly Thick Glasses, Ugly Barely There Grey Hair, Frumpy And Smelly Like Moth Balls, Blue Veins Popping Out My Hands and Black Bruising all over my Body because a Simple Butterfly Tap Bruised Me Motherf@#ker and All My Quilts Will Be Rotting In Someone's Attic, I Get Pissed Just Thinking Of This"....Someone keep those words for my epitaph.

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