I tend to not get involved in the death of celebrities. It’s easy to think that because we see them online, on television, or in movies that we somehow understand them….or that we have some sort of gained insight into their personal lives. The majority of us know nothing about them, no matter how much we would like to think otherwise. Life happens to everyone, and it effects everyone differently. No one’s story is the same as anothers, and everyone has a right to their personal privacy and story.
I won’t say that I took the news of Anthony Bourdain’s hard, after all I don’t know him. What I do know, is that I just kept having the thought…..”Shit, we’ve really lost someone great.” Even if I take the extreme liberty of feeling like I know him, have something in common with him….it’s only because I spent time working in a variety of less than stellar restaurants growing up, and I had grand visions of cooking professionally. On that same note, I could claim the same of Paula Dean, Wolfgang Puck, or Gordan Ramsey. I don’t want to claim the similarity with them though…..I wanted to smoke, drink, and be a generally snarky, tell it like it is asshole, in a kitchen somewhere with Anthony. He seemed like such a wealth of culinary information, but not in a polished, perfect for tv sort of way.
So I went home after work last Friday, ordered myself one of the last remaining copies of his cookbook off Amazon, and when it arrives I’ll make something delicious.
The sudden loss of two celebrities last week, Anthony and Kate Spade, really got me thinking about my own mental struggles, and the blog I wrote about it. I will leave you with this….it’s always okay to reach out if you just aren’t feeling quite right….but maybe we should all start checking on our friends and family more. The strong doesn’t always have the strength they project outward, and the happy doesn’t always feel the internal joy that its easy to assume they must possess.
(Mis)Happenings of a 20 Something 