tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604033530537822263.post5578902585051985594..comments2023-10-08T03:29:16.941-05:00Comments on Aaron Polson: Let Aaron Be Aaron AgainAaron Polsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15173267932358617304noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604033530537822263.post-64739922641216447612012-06-08T21:59:44.381-05:002012-06-08T21:59:44.381-05:00Cheers, everyone. Thanks for your support. I'l...Cheers, everyone. Thanks for your support. I'll keep blabbing, even without a reader. You make it that much better.Aaron Polsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15173267932358617304noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604033530537822263.post-44952446480136080612012-06-08T14:14:32.506-05:002012-06-08T14:14:32.506-05:00Ha! I like K. Allen's comment.
But yeah, I me...Ha! I like K. Allen's comment.<br /><br />But yeah, I mean, it's kind of sad how our society is focused on being completely... socially awkward. YOU aren't, but everyone else is. I mean, this should be about what you need, not the rest of the world. Christ.Kateyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05727622678452936037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604033530537822263.post-88088025562542494362012-06-08T12:11:37.696-05:002012-06-08T12:11:37.696-05:00I'm glad you're able to take that step int...I'm glad you're able to take that step into the future, and I bet the class is awesome anyway. I still get occasional people at work who pull me aside and say (in that throbbing, 'I care' sort of voice), "HOW are you?" I know they mean well, but when I'm at work I don't want to focus on my grief. I want to do my job. It's been almost six months now for me though, and things are getting back to normal with the folks I see every day. Hopefully by fall when your new school year starts everyone will treat you like Aaron again.K.C. Shawhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12467201304235217944noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604033530537822263.post-52898342424150186462012-06-08T10:34:44.864-05:002012-06-08T10:34:44.864-05:00Suicide, suicide, suicide. It's you I hate. It...Suicide, suicide, suicide. It's you I hate. It's you I will never understand. Aaron, you know how to put your feelings into words. I have bought so many books about suicide and like you did with your books I started reading them and then laid them down never to open again.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604033530537822263.post-54539391519909239862012-06-08T00:53:49.379-05:002012-06-08T00:53:49.379-05:00Reminds me of a very large conference table at an ...Reminds me of a very large conference table at an accounting firm I had hired to settle my husbands estate, we were sitting there after hours of more of my nightmare that I wanted to wake up from after my husbands suicide. A woman directly across the table from me looked at me, smiled and asked "Now have you decided what you want to do with the rest of your life?" My reply was not what she wanted to hear so she got up from that big brown table and left the room. You are very right in taking that class. I moved to where no one knew what happened unless I told them. This week I watched the movie "We bought a Zoo" and the husband who lost his wife moved to the country and bought a zoo. He said I thought If I came out here it would stop. Back home every place reminded me of her and then he listed all the triggers and said "Funny thing is it turns out shes here too. I go to Home Depot, I go 9 miles away to Target and seriously I'm avoiding half the aisles. She loved red kites and blueberry pop tarts. Who doesn't right? If only I could talk to her, mainly getting over her. It's the kids, they're the biggest trigger. Dillion has her eyes, all the time he is looking back at me with her eyes and knowing her likeness but I found out when you love somebody that much, that hard, that long, you can never get away from them no matter where you go and that only comes once in a lifetime." <br />I am running from the end. I just cannot accept and don't even like to say the s______e word.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604033530537822263.post-69463435429323630312012-06-07T14:13:26.047-05:002012-06-07T14:13:26.047-05:00Aaron,
There is nothing wrong with being "t...Aaron, <br /><br />There is nothing wrong with being "that guy." You just never want to be <i>that</i> guy. <i>That</i> guy is the worst.K. Allen Woodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11813966197308498056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604033530537822263.post-80352409807547228552012-06-07T10:43:00.838-05:002012-06-07T10:43:00.838-05:00Well, to me at least you're still just that aw...Well, to me at least you're still just that awesome horror writer who took a chance on publishing my first chapbook, and gives me advice whenever I've needed it.<br /><br />That class sounds like it will be hella-fun too.Anthony Rapinohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11581208296144295224noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604033530537822263.post-84148412026955984852012-06-06T16:03:33.488-05:002012-06-06T16:03:33.488-05:00You are right, people want to help but feel like t...You are right, people want to help but feel like they can't fathom the grief.<br />So glad you could have an anonymous class. That must be refreshing!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604033530537822263.post-54188025615616040912012-06-06T15:21:40.838-05:002012-06-06T15:21:40.838-05:00Hey Aaron,
Tragedy impacts us, but it doesn't...Hey Aaron,<br /><br />Tragedy impacts us, but it doesn't define us.<br /><br />For what it's worth, when I think "Aaron Polson," I think creepy, atmospheric fiction...<br /><br />Be well, and good luck with the summer months. I hope you get some writing in with the classes!Daniel Powellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17773792243682789399noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604033530537822263.post-17883521262107559102012-06-06T09:56:04.211-05:002012-06-06T09:56:04.211-05:00I'll take "that guy" over anyone who...I'll take "that guy" over anyone who's never known a deep wound or whose concerns have been shallow and capricious. <br /><br />You go into a land with no rules, you are becoming a character of a different of kind of story. Right now, it sucks. Ten years from now I hope you reap all the triumph that survival affords. Cold comfort? Maybe. There's really no other kind, no how-to manual for this kind of trip, and while it doesn't make me any friends, the reason I'm really crap at offering consolation is because it feels too much like slapping a smiley face on tragedy and disrespecting the pain that follows in its wake; it undercuts the reality and sells a flimsy kind of lie. I recall days when I couldn't leave the house because too many people would stop me in the street to apologize for something they had no hand in and could not control. Sorry became the ugliest word I know. Getting away is good, getting away from the image others project upon you and their expectations for how they think you should be feeling or reacting.<br /><br />Don't stop telling us the way you feel and to hell with anyone it makes uncomfortable. I, for one, won't stop reading any time soon.<br /><br />Your blog is really stirring up a lot of things I thought I had forgotten; pardon the long winded comments... I really feel for you.Martin Rosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14265623440686160715noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604033530537822263.post-36614348347577451472012-06-06T09:44:39.027-05:002012-06-06T09:44:39.027-05:00Aaron, you are so very right, let Aaron be Aaron a...Aaron, you are so very right, let Aaron be Aaron again. Grief is so very different for everyone you are more than deserving of having your life back. Or actually starting a new chapter in your life. No one should judge you for wanting to have that. The new position at school and starting to take a few classes is probably a great thing right now so you can have some sort of beginning of this new chapter in your life. Yes, it will feel awkward at first, but all is possible. No one expects you to forget Aimee, but moving forward can be done. Thoughts are with you as you proceed with your life.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604033530537822263.post-4580819776296787152012-06-06T08:11:41.524-05:002012-06-06T08:11:41.524-05:00I bet being in that classroom felt amazing since y...I bet being in that classroom felt amazing since your life has changed so drastically. All those strangers being able to chat with you, even if just about the weather, and not rush through it. A breath of sweeter air.Pamela Goldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03828671725848167955noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604033530537822263.post-41953827747437163632012-06-06T07:16:46.626-05:002012-06-06T07:16:46.626-05:00Oh Aaron. You're so smart. Rooting for you, he...Oh Aaron. You're so smart. Rooting for you, here. <br />Your writing is so wonderful - you have such a big career ahead of you. Glad to hear you're trying to find whoever it is you are, other than "that guy."Cathy Olliffe-Websterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12729578896443750402noreply@blogger.com