I don’t even want to read this, people send me these.
This is the single most gut-wrenching interview I have ever read.
I wanna bake him some cookies or something. God, someone get this poor man some Valium or something!
Then he heaves a sigh and ends his effort at composure. “I just broke up with my girlfriend,” he says hesitantly. “I was really in love, and it hurt bad.”
He pauses and corrects himself: “Well, she broke up with me more than I broke up with her, I think.”
Thus, the answer to the question posed earlier: It felt unexpectedly, disappointingly, uncontrollably horrible to launch the Model 3. “I’ve been in severe emotional pain for the last few weeks,” Musk elaborates. “Severe. It took every ounce of will to be able to do the Model 3 event and not look like the most depressed guy around. For most of that day, I was morbid. And then I had to psych myself up: drink a couple of Red Bulls, hang out with positive people and then, like, tell myself: ‘I have all these people depending on me. All right, do it!'”
You shouldn’t feel you lost a part of yourself, das toxic.
Minutes before the event, after meditating for pretty much the first time in his life to get centered, Musk chose a very telling song to drive onstage to: “R U Mine?” by the Arctic Monkeys.
Anyone else wanna kick him?
I would get on a plane to kick him.
Musk discusses the breakup for a few more minutes, then asks, earnestly, deadpan, “Is there anybody you think I should date? It’s so hard for me to even meet people.” He swallows and clarifies, stammering softly, “I’m looking for a long-term relationship. I’m not looking for a one-night stand. I’m looking for a serious companion or soulmate, that kind of thing.”
So… is the application form online, or….?
I eventually tell him that it may not be a good idea to jump right into another relationship. He may want to take some time to himself and figure out why his previous relationships haven’t worked in the long run: his marriage to writer Justine Musk, his marriage to actress Talulah Riley, and this new breakup with actress Amber Heard.
Musk shakes his head and grimaces: “If I’m not in love, if I’m not with a long-term companion, I cannot be happy.”
How are you not a Libra?
I explain that needing someone so badly that you feel like nothing without them is textbook codependence.
You need a therapist.
Some women, however, can do both.
Musk disagrees. Strongly. “It’s not true,” he replies petulantly. “I will never be happy without having someone. Going to sleep alone kills me.” He hesitates, shakes his head, falters, continues. “It’s not like I don’t know what that feels like: Being in a big empty house, and the footsteps echoing through the hallway, no one there – and no one on the pillow next to you. Fuck. How do you make yourself happy in a situation like that?”
By all means, Elon, tell us how you really feel.
There’s truth to what Musk is saying. It is lonely at the top. But not for everyone. It’s lonely at the top for those who were lonely at the bottom.
“When I was a child, there’s one thing I said,” Musk continues. His demeanor is stiff, yet in the sheen of his eyes and the trembling of his lips, a high tide of emotion is visible, pushing against the retaining walls. “‘I never want to be alone.’ That’s what I would say.” His voice drops to a whisper. “I don’t want to be alone.”
That was so heart-breaking it was Louis levels of melancholy. More responsibilities in female form is the last thing he needs. He needs a nap, a holiday and a good friend. Stop with the pressure, no major decisions for 18 months. – things a decent therapist would say.
You want to live on MARS. Mars is exactly that existence. I do not understand this guy.
Actually, why do I care? I don’t care. I totally don’t care anymore.
I kinda give up.
He keeps making a mess of his personal life, whatever. At this point.
I don’t even know how many kids the guy has, some places say five and others six.
That’s really weird, the discrepancy.
Yeah, can we all line up to kick him plz.
“In my experience, there is nothing you can do,” he says about finally learning the lesson that his dad will never change. “Nothing, nothing. I wish. I’ve tried everything. I tried threats, rewards, intellectual arguments, emotional arguments, everything to try to change my father for the better, and he… no way, it just got worse.”
Well at least someone’s hugging him I guess.
PR attention whores. There’s one way to kill them, ignore them.
I’m tired of this showmance dance.
ONTD comments always win.