Sunday, August 2, 2009
The Emperor's New Clothes
Ignorance is bliss. Is that true? I think denial is a kind of bliss, too, or maybe it's more accurate to say that denial is a form of shock, a type of emotional cushioning to keep the "truth" at bay.
Dr. Granville Moore's used to be my favorite restaurant, and even though the last few times I've been there, it hasn't been as good, I wanted it to still be my favorite. Friday night the denial broke: my dinner was just mediocre and so was my friend's, the service was less than perfect. Dang, man ... Dr. Granville Moore's is no longer a great restaurant. It's no longer my favorite. How sad. Now what's my favorite restaurant?
I remember the day I realized I was actually aging. This might sound weird, but I didn't see it in the mirror, even as my hair turned gray and my body changed right in front of my eyes. I still believed I looked the same as when I was 35, I really did ... well ... until I saw an old video of myself made when I was 35. The truth rushed in all at once. Whoa ... what a bummer.
Apparently Jake was very ill for at least three or four months prior to his final demise. I thought he was just old, but people are all of a sudden telling me that they could see how sick he was. When I described his final symptoms (from his last week) to a friend who is a vet (on the west coast), she said he might have had brain cancer which is why he stopped caring about everything, and that the final symptoms may have been the beginning of a hemorrage that could have been quite terrible if I hadn't decided to take him out. So his death was well timed after all. That's a relief, if a sad relief.
It might be true that ignorance is bliss, because truth is really somber sometimes. Is is always somber? You tell me.