Today I met someone who said Zelda Fitzgerald was their role model. Instead of debating the merits of ZF being a role model, I just smiled and nodded.
ZF suffered from Bi-Polar Disorder and Manic Depression. She self medicated with a lot of alcohol. She was married to a man who was simultaneously threatened and enamored by her and because of this confusing dichotomy, he ended up shitting all over her before he died of alcoholism.
She died seven years later in a fire in the sanitarium where she lived, locked in a room awaiting her electric shock treatments.
It's really fucking sad.... Her life in its entirety wasn't sad, but shit, it wasn't something to aspire to. The only thing enviable is that she came from money and privilege and was famous..... If I had to live her life or the life of a hermit who lived in a shack, but was truly happy, I'd choose the hermit.
Humans are weird.
Why do we glamorize young, beautiful addicts? Seriously, no wonder so many of us are fucked up.
The fundamental object of life is emotional and spiritual growth.
Daily I put my life into a proper order, knowing which are the priorities.
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