GOD LOVES HIS LITTLE CHILDREN...
... and he can have them.
sometimes i look around and wonder if everyone i see is of the same species. i am sure if you break it down to a base scientific, genetic level, that is the case, but each and every person seems to be in and of themselves a different universe unto themselves.
some of them seem a bit wiser than their years, other duller for theirs. life seems to radiate from some, some seem to suck in the scenery...
super novas and black holes.
but in almost all cases, you know how someone is going to be just by looking at them. not judging them by physical appearance, but what energy they give off, their body language, etc.
for the most part, i deal with the dullest of the dull. you have to assume that if you are on a help line, you are not going to be dealing directly with the ones on top of their game. the wheelers, the dealers, movers and shakers.
if you do, they are in and out in sixty seconds, leaving nothing in their wake.
the rest stomp their filthy footprints of their wasted, wretched lives all over your soul. they blame everyone but themselves for their mistakes and shortcomings, and somehow try to transfer their blame and misery of existence through the phone lines, directly into me.
so when someone comes to me with kindness, and childlike curiosity, i get all excited. i will take all the time in the world to explain things to them, take the robotic tone out of my voice, and go out of my way to help them in any which way i can.
i get one of these once or twice a week. in a good day, two or three of them.
never many more than that.
but by the time i get off the phone with them, i am near tears.
and from an undemonstrative creature like myself, this is about as baffling as it gets.
sometimes i look around and wonder if everyone i see is of the same species. i am sure if you break it down to a base scientific, genetic level, that is the case, but each and every person seems to be in and of themselves a different universe unto themselves.
some of them seem a bit wiser than their years, other duller for theirs. life seems to radiate from some, some seem to suck in the scenery...
super novas and black holes.
but in almost all cases, you know how someone is going to be just by looking at them. not judging them by physical appearance, but what energy they give off, their body language, etc.
for the most part, i deal with the dullest of the dull. you have to assume that if you are on a help line, you are not going to be dealing directly with the ones on top of their game. the wheelers, the dealers, movers and shakers.
if you do, they are in and out in sixty seconds, leaving nothing in their wake.
the rest stomp their filthy footprints of their wasted, wretched lives all over your soul. they blame everyone but themselves for their mistakes and shortcomings, and somehow try to transfer their blame and misery of existence through the phone lines, directly into me.
so when someone comes to me with kindness, and childlike curiosity, i get all excited. i will take all the time in the world to explain things to them, take the robotic tone out of my voice, and go out of my way to help them in any which way i can.
i get one of these once or twice a week. in a good day, two or three of them.
never many more than that.
but by the time i get off the phone with them, i am near tears.
and from an undemonstrative creature like myself, this is about as baffling as it gets.