Old Country-George Jones

Maybe old country music is part of the reason I’m the kind of storyteller I am?

I’ve been thinking a lot about the story that some songs tell. I know a lot of you think country music sucks, can you stick around for just a minute and listen to a few of my favorite old country songs? These songs are like watching a movie. Close your eyes and listen.

Here’s one of my favorites. He Stopped Loving Her Today by George Jones.

He kept her pictures on his wall, went half crazy now and then. Aw, but he still loved her through it all, hoping she’d come back again.

The visual is set up, you can see his walls, you can see him drinking or slamming his fists into the walls because he misses her so much. He might have been mad and hurt, but he still loved her. And we have no clue what happened. Because the point is, it doesn’t matter what happened, he still loves her.

Found love letters by his bed, dated nineteen and sixty two, he had underlined in red, every single “I love you”.

I went to see my friend today, oh but I didn’t see no tears. All dressed up to go away. First time I’d see him smile in years.

He stopped loving her today. They placed a wreath upon his door. Soon they’ll carry him away. He stopped loving her today.

How heartbreaking. Her love letters are on his nightstand, maybe even some laying on his bed. He’s broken, the man is clearly grieving the loss of this woman he has loved and still loves. He underlines in red every time she said, “I love you” in her letters. Can you imagine loving someone that much? I can. I do love someone that much. And maybe the reason I can relate to this song has more to do with the fact that I see a little of myself in this man who loves this woman so much.

Then it gets even more emotional as you find out the narrator is going to see his friend, and there are no more tears, “first time I’d seen him smile in years”. The the chorus, he stopped loving her today.

What a powerful short story. Just a few sentences and you, without a doubt, know how much this man loves this woman. Today, he stopped loving her because he’s dead.

You know, she came to see him one last time, we all wondered if she would. And it kept running through my mind, well, this time, he’s over her for good.

Good God, then she has the audacity to come to his funeral! And I hate her for making him suffer like that. That quick. I hate her and I can’t believe she showed up for the funeral. And the narrator, he tells he agrees. “this time, he’s over her for good.”


He stopped loving her today. They placed a wreath upon his door. Soon they’ll carry him away. He stopped loving her today.

These are the stories I want to write. This unforgettable love. The pain, finally ending. Isn’t that what we all want? The pain and the hurt to just end?

Oh the Stress (and excitement)

I just realized that Thanksgiving is almost here.

That means that we get to put up our brand new 12′ tree we bought on clearance last year.

And we usually do that, well, like I should be getting ready now because I certainly don’t have decorations for a tree that size.

Oh.boy.

And we’re not having Thanksgiving dinner on Thursday, we’re going to see the special Star Wars Exhibit. So we’ll either have to decorate the tree after the museum and I have a feeling we’ll be too worn out for that, or on Sunday because Phil works Friday and dinner with the family is here on Saturday. And Phil promised he’d help me decorate if we got the 12′ tree. He has wanted that for years.

Oy.

I’ll have to do some decoration shopping, I wonder if I can do that online? I absolutely hate shopping.

Finally Took The Test

Thanks to Robin–I did it, I took the test…

Click to view my Personality Profile page

I’m an INTP. The introvert part really caught me off-guard. I thought I was an extrovert. I guess I can do well in social situations, but I’d much rather be alone most of the time.

What do you think? Which of these does not sound like yours truly?

“INTP: likes solitude, not revealing, unemotional, rule breaker, avoidant, familiar with the darkside, skeptical, acts without consulting others”

The Multiple Intelligence test was neat, too. Tied for top slot are the Naturalist and Intrapersonal Intelligences.

People with intrapersonal intelligence are adept at looking inward and figuring out their own feelings, motivations and goals. They are introspective and seek understanding. They are intuitive and typically introverted. They learn best independently.

The Naturalist intelligence has to do with how we relate to our surroundings and where we fit into it. People with Naturalist intelligence have a sensitivity to and appreciation for nature. They are gifted at nurturing and growing things as well as the ability to care for and interact with animals. They can easily distinguish patterns in nature.

My career match (intrapersonal): Writer.

Good. At least I’ve got that.

Sticking With A Theme

Who me? Sticking with anything…are you kidding?

Sometimes God smacks me upside the head in a playful way with themes in my life. He gives me clues and I think he starts laughing at me the way I laugh at Phil when he turns circles in the kitchen because he can’t figure out what it is he should be doing.

I posted this at the Misfits Blog about Emotion in writing on Monday. Today on a new-to-me blog, I read this from Responding To Emptiness:

God is a God of truth, and acting as if our situation or emotions didn’t exist dishonors him and does violence to our own souls. God created us as emotional beings, and he is not glorified when we try to pretend away our feelings—even the ugly ones. Worse, this response robs us of the opportunity to engage with God and to hear from him in the midst of whatever we are experiencing. How can he help us work through our feelings to something holy and righteous if we won’t let him shine light into our hearts?

Acting as if our emotions don’t exist dishonors God.

God is not glorified when we try to pretend away our feelings.

Wow.

That’s pretty intense, don’t you think? Oh how guilty am I of shoving stuff aside? I remember clearly my Uncle Ed’s funeral and how I was so numb. I pretended I could handle it, and people thought I did. People kept apologizing to me saying, “I’m sorry, I know how hard you fought for him.” And I kept telling myself, “I knew this was going to happen. In May of 2005 I told his hospital appointed psychiatrist that he needed to be in a facility he couldn’t check himself out of. The doctor told me the only places like that were state facilities and there was a 6-8 month waiting list. I said, and I’ll never forget that day, “He’ll be dead in 6-8 months.” The doctor looked away and said, “I know. I’m sorry there’s nothing I can do.”

9 months 15 days later, he killed himself. And I knew it was going to happen. There wasn’t a damn thing I could do. I was plagued by depression and nightmares in the weeks following his suicide. I knew I was grieving, but I denied my emotions. Until that night I wrote a very, very hard to read piece. I sent it to a few people (you know who you are and I’ll love you for two eternities for going through this with me) I know it was hard for them to read, it was harder to write. But it was the first time I was honest with myself and God. I shared it because I had to.

On the outside, I’m not a very emotional person. But inside, where people can’t get to, where they can’t chip away at the core of my being, I am me. A very vulnerable, emotional person. One who is trying to learn to deal with the emotions that are a natural, God-given gift.