Show Me Your Body

We have all been Jennifer Aniston'ed.

At some point in life, everyone has been a Lance Bass (let's be honest we know it was him who got broken up with, not the other way around).

And in some form or fashion, each of us has played the part of the kid who got asked to prom, not knowing it was as a joke, and then waits in the living room fully dressed until 11pm.. just in case.

A call that never gets returned, a question that never gets answered, suddenly being blown off without a reason given. A date that never shows.

We have all been denied something we felt we deserved, only to look back and feel foolish for hoping.

I have this "produce the body" theory.. hear me out. Example: when victims of something awful like a terrorist attack die and there's no remains to even bury in the ground or a loved one simply vanishes but a body is never found, the family members have a difficult time properly grieving. We need a cause of death when things vanish from our lives or at least something concrete that shows it's really over and gone. Simply having something disappear isn't an appropriate explanation as to why it isn't tangible any longer. Human beings, by nature, need closure. If someone you had been with for years walked in one day and simply said "I am leaving, and I am not in love any longer" you'd want to 'produce a body' so to speak, and being refused an answer is the worst form of insult on top of injury. Being left in the dark is so frustrating and painful when you've already played the fool and now you're not even sure why.

Show me WHY. Show me what the cause of this death was, otherwise I can't wrap my mind around it being dead when I can't even physically see a wound. Like a person vanishing off the face of the earth with no sign of foul play.. only leaving you to grapple with your own imagination regarding what on earth went wrong and who (or what) was to blame.

When I was a child and my parent's would tuck me into bed at night I would be afraid to fall asleep with all the lights off. I made them leave the door cracked open just so I wouldn't be in complete darkness.

I am now 27 years old, and though I don't fear sleeping without a light on any longer, I can confidently say that I am still, though in other ways, petrified of being left in the dark.

M.db