I know I am a bit late to weigh in on this and I am not one for celebrity worship. However, I grew up watching him as Genie in Aladdin, Mrs. Doubtfire, Jumanji, and various stand ups. I never knew him personally, do not have familiar affection towards him, even though I wish he wasn’t dead.
I actually learned about his death while at an Open Mic at Muchmore’s bar in Williamsburg, Brooklyn doing stand up comedy.
I think it was almost fitting finding out that way in that setting. The laughs must go on. I am not going to presume to guess what he would have wanted. I would just guess that he didn’t have to put up with this bullshit so he could feel like he can continue to live. Even though his passing kind of hit me like I walked in on a girlfriend fucking someone else. That hurt in the gut.
I can understand. How can it feel that bad for someone to take their own life. It makes no sense to me. Maybe because when life has gotten cunty for me, and when thoughts of suicide came to me I was like why the fuck do I have to go? I am not the problem here, they are! Then I get angry and I get to fighting.
I can’t help but also think. Is this the price of being real and funny in a fake world? Bill Hicks, Patrice O’neill, Mitch Hedberg, Richard Jeni, Greg Giraldo all gone cut down before their time.
Is this my future in my pursuit of comedy? Or will I beat the odds. Will I die too soon and be a legend and a hero or live too long to become preachy like George Carlin.
Anyways at least Robin Williams is not hurting anymore. I hope his kids will forgive and love their father. I hope the people that we part of his stress are haunted by this forever.