An Open Letter to Marc Maron (Day 1)
Dear Mr. Maron–
What you should know first is that I don’t know what I’ll find here in writing this letter over the next 31 days. I believe that in writing I find myself, that is, I trick myself into revealing those things I don’t want to face. Which I suspect is a little bit of what happens when you turn on the microphone and let yourself riff, turning the unspoken into not fact, but truth, which is so much harder to bear. Podcast after podcast I hear you growing into yourself and perhaps that’s why I’m writing to you, to pull myself forward a little. As far as I can get in 31 days, which is generally how long my courage lasts. About 31 or so days of every year. Okay, I’m exaggerating, but that’s something else we’ll talk about later.
Right now my brain is screaming, “Don’t do this! This is a ridiculous project!” But I’m old enough now–and will be older still officially in about a week–to know that I tend to find transcendence in the ridiculous. And I know that you understand that urge to slice oneself open out loud, to perform daring acts of harakiri on the ego for a crowd. Hoping not to hurt anyone, yourself included, and knowing that that hurt is inevitable.
I hate how letters are always monologues. And in an effort to make this a two way street–and to change the subject because I’m already bored with myself and it’s only day one, I’ll start with a question: Are you a feminist?
To be continued….
Posted on January 1, 2015, in Uncategorized and tagged emotional abuse, father, Marc Maron, mother, narcissism, parents, therapy, writing. Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.
Thank you for sharing the letters. They are well written and I like the thoughts and questions brought to life.
Thanks John. Thinking through things out loud is scary but I’m hopeful it’s helping some other folks work through stuff too.
You are right. You held my attention and you create things to ponder and think about.
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