So. Let me start by saying: I’m don’t consider myself a Gleek.
A Gleek, for those who are unfamiliar with the term, is someone into the television show, Glee. I admit having seen a number of episodes over the last few years. Although adolescent, it was one of the first shows to incorporate Broadway-ish style music into a prime-time series.
I had the rare opportunity to surf around the networks this evening and happened upon the Glee tribute to the late Cory Monteith.
I’m of two minds (as a Libra, I usually am.. although not big on ‘the signs’) when it comes to the all too common situation of prematurely mortalized celebrities; in this case, Cory Monteith.
On one hand, I don’t have a lot to say for people who have achieved the wished for (be careful of said wishes, dare they come true) success in their field only to succumb to their personal weaknesses.
On the other hand, how tragic.
But getting back to the Glee tribute. It was a true tear-jerker. For me, less about the situation , actor, character; more for the number of people who go through what they portrayed, every year.
I had my eight year old beside me for the first twenty minutes (before I realised he was forty-minutes past bedtime). I made sure he understood that as tragic and foolish acts are to the actor, they are so very painful to those left behind – AND DON’T EVER DO THAT TO YOUR MOTHER AND ME!
But seriously, to anyone considering, or more correctly, NOT considering, how what you might be contemplating doing will affect the people around you, the people who know you, THE PEOPLE WHO LOVE YOU; spend an hour with a usually fluffy prime-time musical show and feel what it might be for the ones who would like one more opportunity to hug you, thank you, kiss you, love you, even if they didn’t realise they would like to…