Vent

(Day 4 of 30 in 30)
I am at the point where I don’t want advice. Or, rather I should specify, I don’t want clichéd advice. I am uninterested in “time heals all wounds” or “just have faith” or “it wasn’t meant to be.” Mostly, because it is all bullshit.

But even more so because there is nothing inherently helpful in any statements of the like. It isn’t about helping me or guiding me. It isn’t about lending me any assistance of any real, tangible worth. More often than not it is about the mutterer of these words, their own need to feel as though they have helped without actually having to get involved or give of themselves. It makes them feel better. They are giving me what they feel comfortable giving.

And I don’t want it.

2 thoughts on “Vent

  1. Sometimes offering you those words is all a person has to give. I have a friend going through a tough divorce (as if they are normally easy o_O), and sometimes, I really do not have any words that will help… and I'm honest about it. There are times where I amaze myself at the advice I offer, but sometimes I've got nothing. I can't fix what is broken, but I'll be her ear when she needs to vent, a shoulder to cry on, and the person to walk beside her when she needs/ wants me to.

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  2. Yep. Same when someone dies and the person awkwardly says “it was their time” or “let me know if you need anything”. Takes all responsibility off of them and puts it on you, the burdened. Sometimes as a friend all you can do is commiserate or say “I know, girl.” Or offer to do something specific. Platitudes can get the fuck.

    Gem

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