FINE.
He picked either the wrong or the right day to leave me again... depending on your point of view.
People call my 'suicide hotline' every day, but lately I've been preoccupied and I have a tendency to hang up on the boring ones.
I am a psychiatrist. I am not here to listen to you whine.
I answered the phone, and heard a young man, weeping as if his heart would break.
"Tell me what's wrong," I said, as soothingly as I could.
"I want to kill myself," he sobbed.
I rolled my eyes. Duh. "Why?"
"No one notices me. No one sees me. I'm just in everyone's way. Everyone would be better off without me."
"Why do you think-"
He interrupted me, as if he didn't care what I had to tell him! Ungrateful! "No one cares about my problems. I can't get a girlfriend, my own mother doesn't call me..."
As he droned on, I gritted my teeth. How pedestrian. He didn't know what a problem was. He had no idea. The suffering I've gone through in the past day makes anything a person like him might go through look like nothing.
"Please help me," he begged, "I can't think of any other way to make things feel better."
Gently, I said, "Just end it. It'll be better for everyone."
He wept. He thanked me.
I waited for the gun shot, blew a kiss into the phone, and snapped it shut.
People call my 'suicide hotline' every day, but lately I've been preoccupied and I have a tendency to hang up on the boring ones.
I am a psychiatrist. I am not here to listen to you whine.
I answered the phone, and heard a young man, weeping as if his heart would break.
"Tell me what's wrong," I said, as soothingly as I could.
"I want to kill myself," he sobbed.
I rolled my eyes. Duh. "Why?"
"No one notices me. No one sees me. I'm just in everyone's way. Everyone would be better off without me."
"Why do you think-"
He interrupted me, as if he didn't care what I had to tell him! Ungrateful! "No one cares about my problems. I can't get a girlfriend, my own mother doesn't call me..."
As he droned on, I gritted my teeth. How pedestrian. He didn't know what a problem was. He had no idea. The suffering I've gone through in the past day makes anything a person like him might go through look like nothing.
"Please help me," he begged, "I can't think of any other way to make things feel better."
Gently, I said, "Just end it. It'll be better for everyone."
He wept. He thanked me.
I waited for the gun shot, blew a kiss into the phone, and snapped it shut.