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February 06, 2003
Daisy Petals
I think I've been okay. For the past week, I've been doing pretty okay. I'm trying to stop smoking now. I've been trying to smile and be happy or not think about things that might, or might not, get me down. Just not do things that might make me feel too much. Too hard. Too bad.
Then Peter asked me this today.
Peter: Why are you sad?
me: I'm sad?
Peter: Yah. Why? Can I make you happy?
me: Why do you say I'm sad?
Peter:You are abit sad? I can feel it.
me: U r crazy.
Peter: Why?
me: If you want to help, just pretend you didn't notice.
Peter: Ok.
So that's the gist of our conversation. And it affected me profoundly. I don't know why. And he probably didn't mean what he said. But it affected me profoundly.
So tonight, I feel a little down.
But I think I'm ok. I'm just sad. But not desolate.
Listening to: Time - Tori Amos
Posted by lainey at February 6, 2003 06:26 PM
Comments
ahhh the moral of the story is:
if you actually "want" "help" then don't "ask" people to go away. :)
Posted by: Irish A La Freud at February 7, 2003 09:46 AM
heh in a perfect world, it would work
Posted by: Shuen at February 7, 2003 05:37 PM
what would work?
Posted by: lainey at February 8, 2003 12:47 AM