If You're Out On the Road
I don’t know what to do when someone’s genuinely hurting.
I always know what to do when I’m hurting. I lash out for five seconds. Go to Starbucks. Eat. And remain on the verge of tears until I can watch Gilmore Girls and pretend that I’m crying because of something that’s completely external to the problem I’m facing.
But I’m not one to lie. And it’s not ok. And there are only so many times I can explain inequality and injustice until the words start to ring false. There are only so many times I can explain that Jesus isn’t going to save you. And that being positive doesn’t expel the negative. And sometimes people are shit. And that sometimes good people are shit.
And I have this problem where I side with everyone. I hate to boost my own ego, but maybe I’m too empathetic…
A friend of mine is genuinely hurting because of two completely separate instances. As soon as the first problem began to dissipate the other one arose. And I said the wrong things.
I wonder if I could wrangle some Bucks, Jimmy J's, and Gilmore Gal's and take a quick road trip…
sometimes words just aren’t the right medium
I always know what to do when I’m hurting. I lash out for five seconds. Go to Starbucks. Eat. And remain on the verge of tears until I can watch Gilmore Girls and pretend that I’m crying because of something that’s completely external to the problem I’m facing.
But I’m not one to lie. And it’s not ok. And there are only so many times I can explain inequality and injustice until the words start to ring false. There are only so many times I can explain that Jesus isn’t going to save you. And that being positive doesn’t expel the negative. And sometimes people are shit. And that sometimes good people are shit.
And I have this problem where I side with everyone. I hate to boost my own ego, but maybe I’m too empathetic…
A friend of mine is genuinely hurting because of two completely separate instances. As soon as the first problem began to dissipate the other one arose. And I said the wrong things.
I wonder if I could wrangle some Bucks, Jimmy J's, and Gilmore Gal's and take a quick road trip…
sometimes words just aren’t the right medium