In comparison with every day people...
Do any of you on here ever sit and listen to others talking about all the "problems" in their life and just start to laugh?
I mean, thinking of everything that you and/or your partner have been through, and then you listen to the "coffee pot" talk at work about people complaining about their deck not being finished or the weather or their kid getting their eyebrow pierced or having to wait 1/2 hour at the bank becuase the ATM was out of service for a little while..... and you feel totally out of step with these so called "normal people"...
Do you ever feel just like telling people to get a "fucking grip" or say something like "oh man i really feel for your problems but dayam ya know I'm just trying to get through the day as I know that tonight I'll be holding my BF for dear life as he cries in my lap like a baby because of his recent flashbacks being drummed up as he prosecutes the man that molested and sexually abused him and then I'll drift off to sleep being afraid that my BF will slip off the wagon tomorrow with his no-good, bad-news drug buddy who's coming up this week, and then I'll wake up at 3am in a cold sweat remembering my own flashback nightmares of my father's psychotic abusive rages followed by memories of his most recent suicide attempt.. but I'm sure that half hour wait at the bank must have been a real drag!!!
OK I think I'm a bit angry lately...
I mean, thinking of everything that you and/or your partner have been through, and then you listen to the "coffee pot" talk at work about people complaining about their deck not being finished or the weather or their kid getting their eyebrow pierced or having to wait 1/2 hour at the bank becuase the ATM was out of service for a little while..... and you feel totally out of step with these so called "normal people"...
Do you ever feel just like telling people to get a "fucking grip" or say something like "oh man i really feel for your problems but dayam ya know I'm just trying to get through the day as I know that tonight I'll be holding my BF for dear life as he cries in my lap like a baby because of his recent flashbacks being drummed up as he prosecutes the man that molested and sexually abused him and then I'll drift off to sleep being afraid that my BF will slip off the wagon tomorrow with his no-good, bad-news drug buddy who's coming up this week, and then I'll wake up at 3am in a cold sweat remembering my own flashback nightmares of my father's psychotic abusive rages followed by memories of his most recent suicide attempt.. but I'm sure that half hour wait at the bank must have been a real drag!!!
OK I think I'm a bit angry lately...