This poor bastard is the fellow everyone talks to when they're beat or down. He's a great listener, and he really cares. There's just one little problem-- this guy's feeling even lower than all his drama-ridden friends, and nobody even notices. Even if they tried to help, he wouldn't listen; after all, he's chosen to make a Hell of Heaven in his own mind. Talk about the loony confessing the insane! His friends' dramas are perpetual, and he's just the sort to worry about it all. It beats the hell out of paying attention to his own hurts, doing what he can to fix them. I know this because I just lived through this. Kindness to others is the only way out.
This poor bastard is the fellow everyone talks to when they're beat or down. He's a great listener, and he really cares. There's just one little problem-- this guy's feeling even lower than all his drama-ridden friends, and nobody even notices. Even if they tried to help, he wouldn't listen; after all, he's chosen to make a Hell of Heaven in his own mind. Talk about the loony confessing the insane! His friends' dramas are perpetual, and he's just the sort to worry about it all. It beats the hell out of paying attention to his own hurts, doing what he can to fix them. I know this because I just lived through this. Kindness to others is the only way out.