A Song For Diblet.
Wednesday was what I refer to as a “rubberband day.” It’s like, you know how if you stretch a rubberband as far as it will go and leave it that way for a while, when you finally remove the tension, instead of springing back into shape the rubberband is floppy and disintegrated, the elasticity completely gone? That’s the way a rubberband day is. When I go through periods of intense stress, I’m always surprised how I can manage to deal with things I wouldn’t have believed I had the emotional or physical energy to deal with. I find strength I didn’t know I had. But I’m like the rubberband, stretched too taut. When whatever has been causing the stress is finally resolved, I crash and it can take months for me to recover. The day that crash hits is the proverbial “rubberband day.”
I measure nearly every moment of my life in song. This has either been playing in my head or through my headphones almost nonstop since Diblet’s been gone. I can’t step away from it. It describes exactly how and what I feel today, on this painful rubberband day when everything’s finally come crashing to a stop and it’s the end and I’m left so empty, and it’s making me cry no matter how many times I listen. Everything we’ve been through the past couple of months … it really has been one hell of a party. Very intense, way too much, too happy, too sad. The words perfectly describe what the dreaded rubberband day feels like when it comes. And yet it’s comforting when I listen to it. Catharsis is good.
As a result, it has become my dirge for Dib.
