My Friend Mork

July 21 1951 - August 11 2014

The post below is simply a cut and paste of responses, one made as a comment on a blog post, one made as a reply to a comment on a blog post created by two Team Netherworld teammates. I wanted to share these thoughts of mine to illustrate what Robin Williams, and specifically his character Mork, meant to a troubled young woman in need of a friend.

I was eighteen and started my one semester living in a dorm at C.U. Boulder in 1978. I had a very hard time adjusting. I drank a lot and did drugs. I was sexually assaulted by an acquaintance. I ended up attempting suicide.

Robin Williams' funny portrayal of Mork helped me heal more than counseling did. I loved Mork. I felt like he wouldn't have judged me. I daydreamed about him being my friend. Not my boyfriend, but a platonic friend. I wished that Mork could be real. I sometimes drove past the Mork and Mindy house.

I don't know how I couldn't have seen that Robin was suffering from depression. He was one of my favorite people. I know there's nothing I could have done. I just feel a bit ashamed for being so oblivious.

http://thewildpomegranate.com/2014/08/12/when-the-wild-things-cry-part-ii

I survived a suicide attempt made at the age of 18. I wasn’t treated as badly as some friends have reported being treated when being placed on a psychiatric unit, which is pretty amazing for the time (1978.) However, I did feel like I was condescended to and viewed as less than human.

My first introduction to Robin Williams was the same as for many people, the Mork and Mindy TV show. I was a lonely young lady and I sometimes daydreamed that it would be wonderful if Mork could be my real life friend. I had a pair of rainbow suspenders to try to remind me to see the positive things in life. I cried and cried when I heard of Robin’s passing. How could I have no idea that someone who meant so much to me, even if I didn’t know him, was suffering so? The tears of a clown, I suppose.

http://dothedead.wordpress.com/2014/08/12/the-netherworld-welcomes-robin-williams-and-a-little-angel

Mork and Robin forever reside in the Netherworld and in my heart.

Love always,

DJ Dolly

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If I was stupid enough to ever date again--which, believe me, I'm not--and I was dating a guy who said that he hated cats, that would be a deal breaker. Fifteen years ago, I ended up dating a sworn "cat hater," and I was so desperate that I didn't get rid of him right away like my gut was telling me. He ended up raping me.

People who don't like animals ain't good people.

Yes, Yes, No, Yes

I can smile though I feel like crying

I can fight, though I don't really feel like it

I'll keep living although dying seems easier

But I'll be damned if, at almost fifty years old and nothing but failed relationships with people at least as fucked up as I am if not more so, and psychic vampires, emotional abusers, and predators, and even one that raped me, I will ever again do that "love" crap. Fuck that shit.

I love my son, I love my animals, I love what few friends I have even though they are far away, and I love my annoying family.

Romantic love, as far as I am concerned, is the biggest fucking crock of shit in the Universe. It worked out for you? Great, but that isn't the norm. Don't try to shove it down my throat that I "need" a romantic/sexual partner to be complete. That's straight up crap right there.

Bitter? Why yes, I am. And it is not your business to tell me not to be.