There are those who speak so blithely about their pain. That it hurts so bad I had to take a pill for this or that, but what about when the pills don't work anymore, why pain becomes the measure of existance, of how this day is better than the one before because you don't hurt as much as you did the day before, or the pain is different in shape, size, character, intensity, or any combination of the above. And then there are those who have no clue of what a day is like to those who suffer.
Those clueless ones who think that drugs make it all better. That the doctor can make it not hurt, or that the wone who is suffering is just being weak, or a baby about it.
How do you make someone understand this, to get them to realize what a day in your shoes might be like when they come up with platitudes, or heaven forbid that damned comment man-up or something similar.
Understand... that's a fucking laugh. To understand they most often would have to remove their minds from the abyss of self involvment to realize that there is more to the world than the darkness 3 feet up their own asses.
What would happen to them if they could see clearly what is before them. Or goddess help them experience it first hand. Would they be able to "man-up" and handle it for a day, perhaps two, whatabout a week of it, or a month, or perhaps even a year or longer. Would they be able to "Man-up" and function as you do, living on what sleep you can snatch, what boost caffine gives, and the momentary dulling that comes from a handful of Motrin or Tylonol, and a swig of water to wash it down because you cant take anything stronger lest it interfere with your judgement while caring for your children, or driving.
How would those blithely unaware others fare in those shoes? For that matter how would you?
Ask yourself that before passing judgement upon another, or offering a platitude or advice that you say simply to absolve yourself of the feeling of not being able to help because you offered well wishes, or some quick to lips advice, while thanking whatever god you look to that you are not in those shoes...
Yes... I am rather bitter, if not downright flaming angry at this point. And you know what. It's all justified based upon what has been done wrong, or to spite, or failed to be done or followed through on. Pissed at people for living down to the dregs of human nature, and revelling in the chaos they are causing in the meantime.
At this point I don't care if you think thie is about you or not when you read it. If you have to ask then you are the one feeling guilty about something and it's up to you to put it right not me.
You see I have my hands full of things right now, but perhaps that's a good thing. That way I can't slap sense into you for it...
Go on then... Walk away, or really "Man-up" and put on someone elses shoes for a while... It won't hurt too much, and you might fucking learn something useful...
