Mork And Mindy - Tumblr Posts
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This got me, I will admit...
I used to watch Robins movies and shows and I loved the joy and wackiness he brought to his rolls... then he died, and I swear I could feel all the happiness he brought out of everyone get sucked away into the void of death.
I know this isn’t Robin, but, for a moment, I thought he was back. Good job, Jamie, your work is admirable.
Depression is not the state of being sad
I recently watched a video of a clip from Mork and Mindy, Robin Williams' breakaway TV hit from the late '70's. I'm old enough to remember watching those shows in their first run, but some of the more nuanced parts went above my wee head. This clip was one of those.
TW: discussion of depression, allusion to suicide.
In it the character of Mork meets the actor who plays Mork, Robin Williams. Robin bares his soul in this piece in a way that's fucking chilling to see these many years later, after he took his own life due to depression.
In the clip, there's this exchange:
Mindy (interviewing Robin): "You know if you learned to say 'no' you'd probably have a lot more time to yourself. Robin: (Looks pensive for a second then mutters "whew.") "Ah ... maybe that's the last thing I want ..."
Because I like to enjoy my social media experience, I have the comments on YouTube turned off via a plugin. On this rare occasion, I actually wanted to see if anyone else felt the way I did in that exchange. So with a healthy degree of caution, I toggled the comments back on.
Yes, it did touch others in a similar way, although there were quite a few comments about how Robin seemed sad during that, or how he was so sad despite being a very funny person. It was quite a ways down before I saw anyone actually mention depression directly.
I had to reply and thank the poster for using the word. Absolutely nothing those that didn't, but so many people say "sad" when the proper word is depression.
I have depression when I'm crying because a close friend died, but I also have depression when I'm laughing in the arms of those I love. That's why it's so insidious. It doesn't go away when I'm happy. Depressed isn't an antonym for happy; it's its own chronic condition.
My worst intrusive thoughts aren't the ones I have when I'm sad for a reason, they're the ones I have when I've had a really good day ... "Why not go out on a high point. What if it never gets this good again?" Depression is your brain lying to you. People that have never experienced it are lucky to not know so intimately how bad it can get.
Thank you, Mork. Not because you ended it like you did, but because you prompted many to seek the help they needed. You'll never know how many people you saved.
(I'm being treated and it's mostly under control.)
More people in this world need to watch Mork and Mindy. I’m here to spread that propaganda.
(Also, first art process video here!)
Another finished sketchbook which means another sketchbook dump :)