As I sit here thinking about so many different things at the same time, I’m simultaneously smiling while dealing with a lump in my throat. I just watched HBO’s 2018 documentary, Robin Williams: Come Inside My Mind. (I found it somewhere online.) It has quite a lot of sexual innuendos (and not so innuendos) and includes cussing that, as Pam Dawber alluded to in an interview with TV Guide, would have once been banned on Mork and Mindy.
I continually am amazed at how the human mind works. Watching and learning more about Robin Williams and his life in a short two hour documentary only makes me even more amazed. My mind led me to my blog after tweeting a Robin Williams quote just a few minutes ago. And, I began looking at my blogroll on the sidebar. I saw Marsha’s blog and wanted to see if she’d added anything in the last few years. (She hasn’t.) Her descriptions of grief are eerily similar to my own inner dealings with grief even though we have grieved for two totally different reasons and in two (mostly) totally different ways.
How is it that our minds are so very similar and yet so distinctly different? Christians would say, “Well, it’s God, of course!” And, as a believer, I’d agree. Yet, there is still something compelling about our nature that goes beyond the inexplicable and yet simplistic answer that it all goes back to how we were created by God and in His image.
My own mind feels on the verge of something great… some kind of writing or other creation that would somehow connect all of the pieces together. And yet, I feel it would be just another form of entertainment, not education or discovery. So, I find myself backing away from it and not wanting to follow my dream or desire to create something significant.
Perhaps I am similar to how Robin Williams was and therefore do not “operate like normal people,” as Cheri Minns, a makeup and hair artist presumably from One Hour Photo., said of him. (I relate to the other things that she said about him.) I’m not trying to say that I could ever come close to the ingenuous comedian that Robin Williams was. I do, however, see quite a few similarities in how I process thoughts and feelings. I’ve never been addicted to drugs or alcohol, as he allegedly was for a time in his life. However, I’ve dealt with other kinds of addiction. And, there are other similarities that I sensed while watching the documentary but also from having seen and heard some of the other things said about him since his passing.
So, as I ask in nearly every blogpost, what’s my point? My point is that I think we’re all connected… probably in many more ways than most of us might care to admit. We all desire to love and be loved, and ultimately, that’s really what makes the world go ’round.