Gypsy Heart
Before
Starting On Lithium:
What Claire was most afraid
of was being trapped by boredom and routine. She watched her mother drudging
through the cooking, laundry, and cleaning, no social life of her own that
Claire could see. From a very young age, Claire was determined that her own life
would be interesting, even though she knew that there is a fine line between
"interesting" and "scary".
So
she drove alone to New York City, an eight-hour drive, at 90 mph, just to buy a
record she couldn't find in her own town. She spent a weekend in Montreal with a
Portuguese guy she barely knew.
But
going out with a man was not really a sexual thing for her. It was just another
adventure. Take, for example, the gypsy Claire went out with.
One
day, a boy, about twelve years old, knocked on her door. He had seen Claire's
car out front. A hit-and-run driver had put a dent in the fender and Claire had
never gotten the dent hammered out. The boy offered to fix the dent for $150.
Claire
had been living with the dent just fine. She said no.
But
the boy was persistent. He said that his whole family lived right around the
corner, so Claire would be able to find him if something was wrong with his
handiwork.
"We're
a clan of gypsies," he said. Claire, hearing a faint accent, was intrigued.
But she still said no to the car repair.
Three
days later, the boy came back. With him was a man just about Claire's age, tall,
deeply tanned, and slender. His eyes were jet black and accented by thick, dark
eyebrows. He was smiling seductively.
"This
is my cousin Dino Rubino," the boy said. "He's 23. Will you let him
fix your car?"
But
Dino was a gypsy. He would move to another city in a month.
Sensing
her reluctance, Dino said, "I'll fix the dent for $75."
Claire
was still hesitant.
"$50.
And I'll take you out to dinner."
Claire
said yes. He was living doll. Maybe he would do a bad job on her fender, but it
would be worth it to get a date with him.
Surprise!
Dino did an excellent job on her fender. Claire gave him the $50. Then he came
inside and played her guitar. But first he took off two of the strings and tuned
the guitar rather strangely. The music he played had a haunting sound that
Claire liked.
Dino
kept his promise to take Claire out. She was in her favorite heaven, flirting
with harmless danger.
"I
didn't know there were gypsies any more," she told him while they waited
for their orders. "At least not in this country. Where did you come
from?"
"Everywhere.
We stay in a city and do all the odd jobs around there. Then we move on. We can
do a lot of stuff besides fixing cars -- pave driveways, fix appliances, put on
roofing and siding."
Dino's
clan was originally from Serbia and Rumania.
****************
By
the time Claire was 24, she had seen and done everything she could in her
hometown. But, just about the time her job started to get boring, her boss sent
her to a convention. There she met a man from Chicago who seemed to like her.
Claire used this as an excuse to quit her job, pack all the belongings she could
into her VW bug, and move to Chicago.
Living
in Chicago did make her life interesting again. The loud guy in the apartment
next door dealt drugs all hours of the night. The men who visited the prostitute
downstairs kept parking in Claire's space. When she left a note on their car
politely asking them not to, they slashed her tires. And the roaches were so
bold that they walked across her and her boyfriend's laps as they sat on the
sofa.
Finally,
things became too interesting for Claire. She found herself in a psychiatrist's
office accepting a prescription for lithium.
After
taking lithium for ten years:
It
was winter and Claire had not driven her car for two weeks. She decided that she
had better go out and start it, to keep the engine block from cracking. Lately,
Claire had not felt like driving anywhere except to work. Everywhere she went
was within walking distance of her apartment: the supermarket, the libraries,
the drugstore, and even her job.
Sometimes
Claire imagined that she, the fifty-year-old Claire (Claire2), was having a
conversation with Claire1, herself at 24:
Claire1:
Look at you! That lithium has got you so doped up you have no life at all.
Claire2:
Yes, I do. I have a more fulfilling job than I've ever had.
Claire1:
And an unbelievably boring routine. You go to church every Sunday morning,
shopping every Saturday, to the library --
Claire2:
Don't knock it til you've tried it. Look at you, getting into trouble all the
time. You bring on most of your depressions yourself, you know.
Claire1:
I never asked to be depressed. Of course, I have to have excitement in my life
once in a while. And excitement makes me manic. And you do get depressed after
you’ve been manic -- .
Claire2:
Do you really think it's worth it? A little excitement, and then all that pain
afterward? I could see the point of your adventures if you were doing something
worthwhile. But you're not. You're just killing time.
Claire1:
I do envy how calm you are, to be honest. But the sameness of your life is
absolutely revolting.
Claire2:
It's all in the word you use. Try saying "security" instead of
"sameness". Sometimes I miss the change and variety I used to have in
my life. But there are plenty of ways to get change and variety without living
in a roach-infested ghetto in a strange city far away from your family. You can
have change and variety right along with comfort and safety. And I've still got
all those memories.
****************
Claire
invited Matt in, and he saw her guitar.
"OK
if I play it?" he asked.
"Sure,"
Claire said. "I never play it any more."
"God!
Who tuned your guitar?" Matt said.
"A
Serbian-Rumanian gypsy," Claire said. She smiled.
When
I was young it was more important -- to pay more pain for to laugh much louder
-- yeah -- when I was young. -- The Animals
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