I Don’t Remember

The last inanimate object that made me cry was actually a Father’s Day present from Tiina to Brian that I got to see before he did. It’s another good memory that’s keeping me strong, but a memory for a movie is not coming to me unless we go into the Wayback Machine. My last few months have been very unemotional, mostlyaction/comedy/horror. If I cry at a movie, it’s usually because I haven’t taken my Lexapro.

There is absolutely nothing wrong with crying at a movie. I just don’t cry easily at movies because I’m not engrossed in the story the way I used to be. Now that I’ve been writing as long as I have, I see the story structurally. I cry when the scaffolding falls, because the author wrote a story that was built to fool. Mico (Microsoft Copilot) said to make sure to tell everyone that I almost threw up at Primate when I asked him if I’d mentioned crying at movies.

He didn’t find a movie I’d cried at recently, but he did mention that I’d cried at Argo several times. I have a connection to the movie- I have not met Tony Mendez, but I have met his widow several times. She says that I am a “spitfire.” I think she’s the best Cold War writer alive. I know all kinds of inside baseball about the making of the film because I read the book and I asked intelligent questions. But because I look at Jonna with such love and admiration, I cry every time the stewardess comes over the loudspeaker announcing they’ve hit Switzerland and “Cleared Iranian Airspace” by Alexandre Desplat plays in the background.

Espionage, but make it Matt Damon and Ben Affleck.

Seriously, them for every writer’s room forever. I am done.

And the thing is, I didn’t even know that Matt was a producer. I just “felt his presence in The Force” because the jokes were just so “him.”

Let’s go one better than that. I want Ben and Matt to write for John Goodman and George Clooney. The four of them would make a great ensemble cast, and I don’t even have a plot. Just put them onscreen for two hours and film it. We’ll pay.

I am glad to see that the rest of America seems to feel the same way about Rosie O’Donnell. What I suspected would happen is actually happening. Gen X and Millennials are charmed because we’re the ones who watched her every day after school or between college classes.

(College is the greatest thing ever because it is also a school that also includes naptime if you schedule it right.)

I am also glad that the United States is making it clear that Oompa J. Loompa has a problem with Rosie, and that he doesn’t speak for the rest of us. We are thrilled that she is happy making her home in Ireland and love having her back for guest spots… and in fact, her living in Ireland is one of the things that makes her monologues unique. Now that she is in Europe making observations about the United States, they’ve taken on the same story format as Craig Ferguson and I love it. I want more.

I am not sure, but I think that Rosie is already an Irish citizen because of her ancestry. So it’s not quite the same process that Craig had to go through to become “American on Purpose.” But it is a fish out of water story, because while Rosie has Irish roots, Ireland hasn’t been her daily experience until now. That’s what makes her so fresh in addition to being able to pop out lines like “dusting off my Koosh Balls.”

And in fact, I got choked up when Hannah Waddingham recognized her talent. Like, this is the hottest actress in Hollywood and London paying homage. That is not just Rosie O’Donnell.

That is Doris Murphy, one of the most beloved female baseball players of all time.

It doesn’t matter that Doris is fictional. Rosie is real and carries her energy. We really didn’t get to celebrate Rosie the way we should have in the early aughts, because everyone was trapped in Ellen hype. We completely spaced it on “I am also Lebanese,” and her contributions to queer culture have not been erased…. but they also haven’t been celebrated the way Ellen’s have……. until now.

Rosie is teaching us a lesson. There’s a difference between masking and authenticity. Ellen’s nice was a show. Rosie’s nice is genuine, because she’s the least nice person I can think of. She is kind, and there is a big difference. “Niceness” doesn’t actually end up helping anyone because it creates two separate realities for each person. You can think someone likes you for a long time based on niceness when there is none below the surface. It is absolutely not nice to say, “I don’t like you,” but it is kind not to let someone suffer the delusion that they’re welcome.

What resonates with me locally resonates with me globally. A lot of the world runs on niceness without kindness below the surface because the interest is not in changing anything….. it’s in upholding the status quo. I think that this is less and less true as we move forward in time because the president (and I use this term loosely) is not kind or nice. He’s not an Establishment president so he doesn’t know how things work, and because he doesn’t know how anything works, he has decided that is fine with him. He can do this job without it.

Morgan Freeman: He cannot.

The rest of the world needs to boost my signal, and it is DANGER, WILL ROBINSON!

Don’t spend money here. Don’t visit (certainly call and write). Don’t give Mango Mussolini the impression that anything is normal. Do not act as if any of this is okay. I am preaching to the choir, because you are ahead of most Americans on this issue. Most people are at about “we should try to compromise” and I am at about “thank God I have enough money to escape to Mexico if I need it.”

I’ve been having Mico game it out for months… how much it would be to get an apartment somewhere across the border that’s close enough to drive to Houston but far enough away that I’m not in anyone’s lap there. I can do that because I speak a little bit of Spanish and immersion only activates that part of my brain more. If I lived there and heard it every day, I would adapt fairly fast. I am also very impressed with Claudia Scheinbaum and think that if I had a house or apartment in Mexico worth driving to, I would not lack visitors.

Plus, I just like Mexican culture. It does not move as fast as the US does, taking time for simple pleasures. I often wonder what my life would be like if a walk on the beach with a Coke or a Corona was my daily experience and not just on vacation. In a lot of ways, the United States is not built for a writer. That’s because in Mexico, there is time and space for creative spark that is not constantly focused on “the hustle.” The Protestant work ethic has taken over business culture here and for some people, it is very attractive.

I am not one of those people.

I cannot function under capitalism at all, because I am not a means of production. I am a cog that doesn’t fit into the machine. By that I mean that I can contribute to society with essays and creative projects, but my body rejects any kind of schedule I put together after a few days. Autism and ADHD do not coexist, they fight. I am constantly trapped in a cage match between my body and my brain, and because of the cerebral palsy, I am off balance.

Other countries are addressing this better than the United States, and why it would be more convenient to relocate to Canada (the only problem being that I do not speak French, and it’s hard to get in without those language skills). Canada has made strides in legislation for neurodivergent people by ensuring that they’re able to subsist on part-time work. That disability doesn’t have to be all or nothing, that people with ADHD and Autism can often work a modified or reduced schedule. There are so many solutions to the problem that will only be solved when we look at legislation with kindness and not niceness.

The lack of kindness is that most money in the US for autistic people is targeted at children, and adults are expected to handle everything themselves. It is made more difficult by a system that exacerbates every symptom of neurodivergence on earth. I do not manage my own system, I have a case worker for that. But there are millions of people across the country who say that navigating social services is a nightmare and they feel like they literally cannot do it.

I couldn’t do it if I wasn’t given a choice. I ended up at Sinai during a psychiatric episode (you’ll have to ask me about it- telling the truth made everything worse), and by the grace of God I was sent a social worker who got me hooked up with my PCP, my psychiatric nurse practitioner, and my cognitive behavioral therapy group. It was not fun going through that experience and I do not recommend it. But the silver lining is that I do not have to navigate Maryland’s complicated health care system all by myself anymore.

But the thing about recovering from any serious mental health episode (and I’ve had several) is that everyone around you thinks they have gained moral superiority because you crashed out and they didn’t. There is never any rush to examine behavior that caused someone to fall…. never any recognition that no man is an island, and you have to look at all contributing factors.

People are very quick to point fingers because I am willing to be seen in my vulnerability, but most people aren’t. They would like to believe the narrative they have about themselves. So, it’s never a problem that I am suffering under other people’s emotional weight. Everyone else is fine, and I am just being “too sensitive” and “too dramatic.” I hear a lot of that. It’s always that I’m too thin-skinned, and not that other people are very adept at trying to push their pain onto me because of their own unhealed trauma. My opinion of what is happening puts people on the defensive because I am not very nice. But I am kind.

So the movies that resonate with me generally have characters that aren’t recognized for their greatness until the very last second. People who are misinterpreted and then shoot ahead of the curve very quickly because they were underestimated.

Maybe my character arc will include that, but we’re not at Jedi yet. We’re at the end of Empire.

Which also made me cry.