Wednesday, May 30, 2012
DREAM COMFORT MEMORY TO SPARE
That's my conundrum today. There are shadows on my eyes, as Neil Young once wrote, and I feel helpless — unable to find the right words, unable to figure out the right thing to do.
It goes a little something like this. I know someone is hurting, and hurting bad. My first instinct is to rush in and try to fix things — but that's a terrible instinct because it won't help. If anything, it may well make the situation worse.
So, on to my second instinct: offer to be a friend and listen. But that doesn't seem sound, either, because I might be seen as overbearing or meddling or insensitive to the real, suffocating pain being felt. Introverts don't like to have their space invaded. I know I don't.
Third instinct: do nothing. That one sucks because that would seem to show I don't care what's going on, and I do. I do.
Option 4: Let the other person tell me what they need. But I'm not sure this person feels comfortable enough to do that.
Option 5: Let it be. See what happens. Hope for the best. Hope they can hear me now.