Posted on 11/26/2005 3:54:50 PM PST by UnBubba
I just finished reading about that sorry b*st*rd, George Clooney:
http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-chat/1528789/posts
He whines on about the past twelve months being the worst year of his life. Boo Hoo. I guess being a world traveling multi-millionaire isn't as wonderful as we might think.
What I have discovered over the years is that good and bad times are somewhat cyclical. Everything can be going well and then, all of a sudden, a bad cycle will emerge. The same is true in reverse.
I thought it might be enlightening to hear what real people have to say about the worst year of their life. I am sure your year will put poor George in his place.
This particular cycle of events ocurred out of the blue. I was riding a high cycle right up to this point. Time has a way of catching (sneaking) up to you.
I have never experienced (before or after) anything that could be worse than this, in my life. 1985 was "the worst year in my life". What was yours? I am interested, if you would like to share.
My bad year started in 2003. My dog died. Exactly one month later, my daughter's dog died. Then, she and I were in a motorcycle accident. Then my mom was diagnosed with liver cancer. At Christmas she told me there was no change and not to come home (at the time I was living on the opposite side of the world from her). In February 2004 she died. At the end of April my dad announced his engagement. My family moved back to the states in the summer. In September my dad was married. That left taking care of my grandmother to me during Hurricane Ivan. She continued to deteriorate until her death at Easter this year.
This isn't as bad as others have had it. It just is a lot of challenges for an extended period.
Just when I was getting depressed, you got me with that perfect timing.
The collapse of my marriage resulting in divorce a decade ago.
In hindsight, I understand that we made a mistake and everything worked out for the best, but it was very difficult back then.
Clooney should listen to Bill O'Reilly (BOR) and "SHUT UP!"
The year I was nineteen. I was in and out of the hospital with an undiagnosed eptopic pregnancy for one month before it was found and removed...along with some of the parts. I then was ill for a year and given at one point six weeks to live. I lived in a bleak rural setting with a husband who was working 14 hours a day. I couldn't walk or move much at all. I had not much family and they sent plants that I killed with ineptitude. I was wrapped in blankets all day on the Morris chair with easy listening music on (it was the only calming music I could manage)taking toxic amounts of chemotherapy waiting to die or get better. It was so difficult a time I couldn't even talk about it for years without tearing up.
Well, I'm not sure about the worst year, but the last two months have been very difficult. Extremely difficult. I'm hoping things will start looking up again soon.
I had to bury my 17 year old daughter in 1988. That was, and will be, the hardest thing I will ever have to do.
Dear George,
Switch with me - or maybe the countless single parents out there working two jobs or even three just trying to keep a roof over their childrens' heads and some food on the table.
Poor little Georgie... did the world find out you were potentially trying to hide your sexual perversions?
Tough buggers.
"The worst year of your life" is a vacation to most of the world.
Shut up and sing.
DD
2002
Layed off from my job of 12 years, both parents diagnosed with cancer. It was also a good year, I got married and bought a new house. Dad would die in 2003 but Mom beat cancer, at least for now.
I had to put my Chesapeake Bay Retriever, Jake II, down on December 19, 2001. He was only 5 but the cancer got him. It was a sad day. I dug a grave, built a casket and lined it with a camo blanket and buried him with a hand made cork mallard decoy and some other duck hunting items. That dog loved to hunt.
Reading these posts got me to remembering the lyrics to a Commander Cody and The Lost Planet Airmen song, Down to Seeds and Stems:
Verse 1
I'm sittin alone, Saturday night, watching the Late Late Show.
A bottle of wine, some cigarettes, I got no place to go.
Well, I saw your other man today; he was wearing my brand new shoes,
And I'm down to seeds and stems again, too.
Verse 2
Well, I met my old friend Bob today from up in Bowling Green;
He had the prettiest little gal that I'd ever seen.
But I couldn't hide my tears at all, cause she looked just like you,
And I'm down to seeds and stems again, too.
Chorus
Now everybody tells me there's other ways to get high.
They don't seem to understand I'm too far gone to try.
Now these lonely memories, they're all I can't lose,
And I'm down to seeds and stems again, too.
Verse 3
Well my dog died just yesterday and left me all alone.
The finance company dropped by today and repossessed my home.
That's just a drop in the bucket compared to losing you,
And I'm down to seeds and stems again, too.
Got the Down to Seeds and Stems again Blues.
I just wish I could remember it.
He's short, unmasculine, undesirable except for the most dimwitted nymphettes (nymphs?)and a poor excuse for an actor.
No wonder he's depressed. He should take a page from Willis, or Bogie or Gibson and start acting like a man.
Dear George Clooney, clearly your karma is in line with uranus.......
She was my best friend, constant companion and protector.
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