You know, for once in my life, I think I may have blogged too soon! When I heard of Robin Williams’ death last night, my first reaction was numbness to everyone’s outcries…way too late. We need to focus on those who are living…those who are right here with us now. And that’s what struck me. This sadness over someone who you hardly thought about when they were alive.
But today I see something different. Rampant posts about depression and how serious it is. “Look at what it did to Robin Williams!” Ok people. Hold on. First of all, we don’t have proof that Robin Williams suffered from clinical depression; which is a specific medical condition. All we have is his publicist saying that he was severely depressed. Ok, this is a person who’s job it is to make statements to the press that sound…acceptable.
Also the vast majority of people who have clinical depression and seek treatment are able to manage it effectively, and cope with feelings of suicide. Like to the tune of 80%. Also Robin Williams was asked outright if he had clinical depression. He said “no”. If he was lying, then shame on us…because we (as a society) must have made him feel some sort of way where he had to lie.
So for those who really do have clinical depression, all of this public discussion about Robin Williams is turning into a fiasco (something I didn’t realize when I first wrote my other blog post).
Also, there’s all of these posts and articles about how Robin Williams was an honorary Jew. What…the..HELL? Look, Jews need to work on accepting actual born Jews and bona fide converts before we start embracing any non-Jewish comedian out there. Comedy does not equal Judaism. Sorry…it just doesn’t.
And ultimately, why is anyone surprised by this? It seems that in Hollywood, 1/3 of the people either kill themselves or try to kill themselves. At that rate, being famous is a bigger risk factor for death and addiction then depression is! Seriously. You’re entire life is turned into what Jamaicans call a “poppy show”…or a joke basically. No one knows the real you, and no one cares to know you either. Just go out there, do your thing (which often times isn’t even “your” thing…ask Dave Chappelle…), and make us money. Oh yeah, you get to be rich as a side effect. But yeah. We really don’t care about your soul…about you as a person…
So the hell with depression killing Robin Williams. What role did we have in his death?
Anyway, if it takes his passing for you to go out and help those in need around you, then good. If you don’t plan on doing anything differently or learning anything…if you just want to sit around and talk and speculate and use his memory to come up with all types of fantastical theories and ideas, then I feel bad for you. You really need to work on yourself and get a life!