My own sense of self
Me: If, one day, you find out something horrible about me, I hope that you’ll remember that I was a good friend to you.
Him: How bad?
Me: Not murder or rape bad. But bad. I never said I was a good person. I like to think that I’m a good friend, though.
My friends wonder why I keep certain people in my life. I suppose it’s because – despite their faults – they’ve always been good and loyal to me. For the most part.
Told this to one of the people I mentor. Because, I think, he holds me in high esteem. And that worries me. Cause I’ve made so many mistakes in my life.
You see, Charlie Chaplin entered into a Charlie Chaplin look-a-like competition. He came in 20th place.
There’s this line from Elton John’s Rocketman that goes, “I’m not the man you think I am at home.” That’s kinda how I look at myself these days.
On that note, I realized that Mouse saw the worst parts of me and still stuck around for over 18 months. Spoke to her about it recently:
Me: Why did you stay so long?
Her: I was hoping. Then I stopped hoping.
It’s almost like I’m waking up from a nightmare and realized how crazy everything made me. How crazy I was.
Mouse sees me as this terrible version of myself and I can’t really blame her because – at best – I was a poor imitation of myself, of who I thought I was. At worst, I was exactly who she thought I was.
But maybe I can be better. I’d like to be better.
Fucking cancer took so much from me. Even my own sense of self.
I’d like to be the best version of myself again. For Mouse, for myself, for the boy.
I suppose, even if I come in 20th, at least that’ll be closer to who I thought I was versus who I actually was after everything went to hell.
Him: You’re the strongest guy I know, Logan.
Me: Sheyeah, I’m a goddamn rock. (shaking head) I’m not sure if you’re saying that seriously or not.
Him: I’m dead serious. I dunno many people that coulda gone through what you went through and be ok.
Me: That’s the thing: Am I OK. I think I am now, but I’m not sure. And that’s what’s scary.
Location: this afternoon, the 17th floor of 1 New York Plaza
Music: I think it’s gonna be a long long time