Well, as many of you might know, James Gandolfini died of what might have been a heart attack at the age of 51 last night. And for some reason, I've been pretty sad about it ever since I got the news....and I really don't know why. I never watched that much of The Sopranos (although I have seen clips of the show, and thought he was awesome in it) but I did see Where the Wild Things Are, in which he did the voice of the sweet, cuddly, emotionally volatile creature Carol. Carol was probably my favorite Wild Thing (along with Judith) and in fact, WTWTA was one of my special interests for a long time - in fact, I still love it. I sort of wish I had my Carol plushie with me right now, but I left him at my dad's house when I went to my mom's for the summer. Oh, well, he's probably guarding my room so my stepmom won't go in and mess anything up while I'm gone.
I think another reason why I'm sad about James Gandolfini dying is that even though I never even knew him personally (which is another thing that makes my grief even more strange, imo), he and I sort of had a lot in common. I remember reading somewhere that Gandolfini was really sweet, shy, and very socially anxious, which could sometimes come out as sort of lashing out at people - I once saw a video of him being followed around by some dude with a videocamera, and he actually punched the camera and said, "Get the f-k away from me, you understand me? I'm gonna break your f-king face!" ....which would probably be more or less the way I'd react to being videotaped against my will, too.
Also, I think I'm kind of anxious, too....I mean, he was 51. And when I look at photos of him, it seems to me that I'm almost as "big" (if you what I mean) as he was at the time (of course, I could just be looking at older photos of him, I can't tell)...so....I guess my line of thinking is....if he died of a heart attack at 51, then what's going to happen to me? I know that's kind of a self-centered way to think, but I also think that way when I hear of another celebrity who died when they were my dad's age, their 70s....I felt the same kind of anxiety when Annette Funicello died, too...she was 70, my dad's age. It just makes me really, really sad and uneasy.
So, yeah....I'm grieving for someone I didn't even know personally and contemplating my own mortality at the same time. Thanks for letting me get this off my chest, everybody. Hope I didn't upset or trigger anyone.
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"IT'S NOT FAIR!" "Life isn't fair, Calvin." "I know, but why isn't it ever unfair in MY favor?" ~ from Calvin and Hobbes