I Slay My Grief in the Digital Fields of Slaughter

It’s the sticky month between my dad’s birthday and the anniversary of his death, and it feels like I’m slipping slowly into a pit of tar. Somehow, the inevitable flow of freelance work has hit an ebb, and it’s with some relief that I take this time to look at the world through glazed eyes. I’ve watched a lot of Daredevil. I’ve sunk to new lows with my reality TV habits. (Have you guys seen this show called The Bachelorette? It’s pretty crazy!) And, of course, I’ve been gaming more than usual. For some reason this coping mechanism is more embarrassing than the others I cop to, from benzos to binge-watching Gilmore Girls to choosing a career that allows me to work without pants (OK, that last one sort of chose me). I will never regret taking enough Klonopin before my father’s funeral that I tried to drown out some senile distant relative during the Kaddish, but gaming? I cringe to admit that sometimes I’d rather pick up my Xbox…

by Jenni Miller