Sometimes I am sitting at home and watching people I know suffer, and I think I need to suffer too. I sit in front of my computer very quietly and very still and try not to enjoy anything too much. I try not to get anything done; if they can’t, then I won’t. I try to share the suffering. I want to be sad with them as if that was a type of empathy they would appreciate, or even know about. As if they could feel a bit of their suffering alleviated as I take it on.
This, of course, is an act of futility. The best way I can help those people I know who are suffering is to let them know I’m here for them, or, if that wouldn’t be quite right, then I should continue doing whatever it was that drew us together in the first place.
Stop sitting quietly. Stop being still.
12:08 am • 28 February 2012
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