“The Journal of Wall Grimm” 218: Valentina, Internal Battles, and the Distraction of Jessica Lange

December 11, 2014


I need a vacation from people.  I used to like time to myself, and spent lots of time alone.  I’d take off and travel on sporadic, spontaneous, and random occasions.  But now I have three roommates, so I am never home alone.  I sometimes go in my room for solitude, but if Pete or Cola haven’t taken Bogart out, then he’s at my door all confused as to why I’m in there with the door closed.  He’s like a dog or a cat that way.  Something unusual throws off the routine and he gets all disoriented.

I lived alone for a while and when I was home I’d talk to myself.  I think people often talk to themselves, so it’s not a weird thing.  But here with three roommates, I find that at times when I would normally talk to myself, I catch it before I do it, so now I’m just mumbling an awful lot.  They say, what? what are you saying? what are you mumbling about?


I am Grimm the Mumbler.  Mumbling Grimm.  I used to be a Ramblin’ Man, but now I’m the Mumblin’ Guy.

I’m not complaining, just kind of expressing one aspect of my world that isn’t perfect.  Generally my life is good these days.  I’m busy which prevents me from thinking about things that might bring me down, like Valentina.  In that way, never being alone is probably a good thing.  External distractions are a manner by which I avoid internal destructions.

It was a year ago on November 29th that Valentina died.  I’ve been trying to ignore it, but everyone knows about it and they’ve got that concerned look in their eyes.  Except Bogart, of course, who is clueless, which is better than concerned.  No one has brought up the subject, I think they know I am avoiding the topic altogether.  I think about her every fucking day.  I think about how she would be growing, learning, developing new skills, and reaching milestones.  How she would look at me, smile, laugh, how it would feel to hold her, what she would smell like.  How my entire world would revolve around her and she would be my ultimate priority for the rest of my life.  How she would grow up and I’d have to beat up all her boyfriends and no one would ever be good enough for her.

I think of her every day, so I never expected that the anniversary of her death would be this intense.  This time last year I was in the institution.  Today is the anniversary of when Bogart arrived at the same institution and we met.  I had anticipated raising a little girl, but ended up “adopting” an insane man-puppy-dog.  The universe births strange designs.

Anyway, I’ve been struggling to avoid thoughts and discussions about Valentina, but it’s hard to contain.  That’s why I’m writing it here.  It’s too painful to keep to myself anymore, yet it would be even worse to talk to anyone about it.  I think if I did it could only be Pete.  He saw me at my worst and my weakest, so he knows, and I wouldn’t even need to say much.  But I can’t do that because I think I would just crumble and disintegrate.  Although being alone might set me off on a familiar path of self destruction, despite that I’ve accomplished so much and I have a lot of people relying on me, and my entire world now is set on a solid and dependable foundation.  Yet I feel myself needing to get away, to run away like I used to, to escape somehow.  This bothers me because my responsibilities are keeping me here, which means there are few choices in the way of how to escape.  As a result, I’m thinking about drugs and alcohol.  My abstinence had stabilized in terms of my ability to maintain it, and most times it was relatively easy.  Temptations were overcome by weighing out the consequences and affirming self-pride.  However, I’ve been feeling callous about all these positive things I’ve created in my life and in my self.  I’m beginning not to trust myself anymore, which is always disconcerting.  When you’re not able to trust yourself, then you are the least safe.

I guess it was bound to happen at some point, since I’ve been consistently less self absorbed, more reliable and mature, back to being the go-to-guy.  The go-to-mumblin’ guy.  A crash seems inevitable.  That’s not an excuse, because I’m going to keep fighting it.  I just had to let all that out.  And, I’m well aware that whatever I’m battling within myself would be far worse if I did relapse, because then I’d have to contend with negative thoughts pertaining to personal worth.

Distractions help a lot.  Things outside of me protect me from what’s inside.  Things like the people I need a vacation from, school, work, Blues Monday, or “Walking Dead” and “American Horror Story”.

Therefore, my theme song for this journal entry is “Gods and Monsters” by Lana Del Rey, but the Jessica Lange version.  Jessica Lange is captivating.  I can’t take my eyes off her when she’s on the screen, she’s so freakin’ beautiful and talented she drives me crazy and she’s 60 something years old, but I want her.  I want to make love to her, because you don’t “fuck” a lady like that, you make love to her.  I think this is Jessica Lange’s last season on “America Horror Story” which sucks, because I can’t imagine the show without her.  Anyway, I never heard of this song before I saw her sing it on the show, so I looked it up.  I’m picking it for my theme song because I think the lyrics are appropriate for what I’ve been going through lately.  There are some great lyrics that didn’t make it into the version for the show due to language.  I would’ve liked to hear Jessica Lange sing those lyrics though.  She’s so fucking hot.  I think I’m in love with her.  I’ve never even heard the original Lana Del Rey version, but as far as I’m concerned, the song only exists as sung by Jessica Lange.

And ummmm while I’m on the subject…..Jessica Lange, will you marry me?



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84 thoughts on ““The Journal of Wall Grimm” 218: Valentina, Internal Battles, and the Distraction of Jessica Lange

  1. Reblogged this on SageDoyle.

  2. Annie B

    I was embedded with a similar seed of grief thirty-seven years ago. This I is all I can offer you – the tears (many hidden) mixed with time have watered that seed and produced in me the most precious gifts of love, memory, understanding and compassion. Let them grow, my friend, and the fragrance of these flowers of your soul will heal many others coming behind on this same rough road.

    And “mumbling” can be a good fertilizer. As far as Jessica? I got nothing.

    Be happy,
    Annie 💙

    • I’m very sorry to hear that you have gone through this grief, that is tragic, and I’m sorry for your loss. I do have to say that this journal is fiction, though some elements are based on my life, I consider it fiction, and therefore, you don’t need to worry about me. I appreciate your kind words. People have many times believed that the journal was word for word my real life, so it’s a common mistake. It’s just a compliment to me as a writer that it comes across as so true. Thanks again for your compassion and the compliment, And again, I’m deeply sorry that this is something you had to suffer in your own life.
      Take care,
      Sage :)

      • Annie B

        It’s a testament to your talent that I was so moved. So my response can be for anyone who walks this scene out in life and experiences these emotions . . . there are many of us.

        Annie 💙

        • Thank you so much, I appreciate that. And if anyone who has experienced this should read this, I hope they read the comments because your compassion is beautiful. And again, I’m sorry this is something you had to go through. It’s an absolute tragedy.
          Take care,

  3. I think it’s time for me to see The Postman Always Rings Twice again. I will never look at freshly baked bread the same way since I saw that.

  4. I can’t wait to find out if she says ‘YES’! :)

  5. This was a moving post… it moved me… I had a movement… seriously, I am not being serious… I always retreat into humor when I feel overwhelmed emotionally… sniff…

  6. Hi Sage,
    I nominated your great blog for the excellent Blog Award!
    Here are the Award Ruless:
    1) The nominee shall display the respective logo on her/his blog and link to the blogger that has nominated her/him.
    2) The nominee shall nominate ten (10) bloggers she/he admires, by linking to their blogs and informing them about the nomination.
    Have a great day.

    • Thanks so much! I appreciate that! I think I’ve gone award free, so I may not follow through with it, but I will make a post to thank you, probably some time after the holidays. Yet who knows, maybe I’ll get motivated and do it the official way. Again, thank you, I am deeply honored :)

  7. Fab and I love Jessica too!

  8. Perhaps, there are two brief, but short friendships I miss in this way, the way each connected and then ultimately changed. Sage, the way you explored how friends act/react in different ways around such anniversaries, really laid claim to what it’s like with the light intermixing of humour. Plus it’s often also the stories, adventure, and more humourous moments, one remembers about such friendships in their passing at times, they can always drag one out of a hole, because that’s the way one’s friend/s lived, in the moments we can make sense of about living.


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