I think the reason why Robin Williams death hit a lot of people hard, (myself included) is because his acting is a direct link to your past, whether it was Mrs Doubtfire, Dead Poets Society, Hook, Patch Adams, Aladdin, etc the fact of the matter is a part of the fabric of your young life is now gone, so you feel an actual real loss, over a man you’ve never met.
- me: [watches five hour-long episodes of a tv show in a row]
- friend: [sends me a link to an eight minute youtube video]
- me: what the fuck i dont have time for this
If someone were to die at the age of 63 after a lifelong battle with MS or Sickle Cell, we’d all say they were a “fighter” or an “inspiration.” But when someone dies after a lifelong battle with severe mental illness and drug addiction, we say it was a tragedy and tell everyone “don’t be like him, please seek help.” That’s bullshit. Robin Williams sought help his entire life. He saw a psychiatrist. He quit drinking. He went to rehab. He did this for decades. That’s HOW he made it to 63. For some people, 63 is a fucking miracle. I know several people who didn’t make it past 23 and I’d do anything to have 40 more years with them.
"I started doing comedy because that was the only stage that I could find. It was the pure idea of being on stage. That was the only thing that interested me, along with learning the craft and working, and just being in productions with people."
-Robin Williams (July 21, 1951 - August 11, 2014)