You have never loved me enough
Jun. 15th, 2011 03:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rinueA routine of the morning is that I come down to the kitchen and turn off NPR. Mom and Dad listen to it while they eat breakfast and then leave the radio on while they go to do other things. By the time I am awake and down the stairs, we have reached the midday hours of aggravating programming, the slot where they dump fatuous people promoting this and that and opining naively on subjects in which I have more insight. (Somehow I always have more insight than people in this timeslot. It's like people woke up and decided to write books on subjects they'd never studied and of which they possessed no special expertise, and decided additionally not to consider those subjects but simply to get words out as soon as possible. Nanowrimo?)
Today it was some guy whining that when he'd had cancer the supportive community around him didn't do enough. Like, they'd say they kept him in their thoughts, but he knows there were whole hours of the day when they weren't thinking of him, even though in those same hours he had cancer. Or lots of people would come visit and would say "what can I do to help," but that put such a burden on him to ask him to help them help, and if they'd really been friends they would have just known what he might have wanted picked up from CVS, or whether his plants needed watering, or whether to walk the dog or what food the dog eats and when.
Basically, he wants us all to know that if you've ever known someone ill and haven't dropped your whole life to grieve for them while at the same time providing everything they might want, which you know instinctively or spend hours painstakingly deducing, you might as well have done nothing, because you have oafishly ruined their special day with your inadequate forms of caring.
I didn't know there could be a cancer bridezilla. Turns out egomania knows no bounds.
Today it was some guy whining that when he'd had cancer the supportive community around him didn't do enough. Like, they'd say they kept him in their thoughts, but he knows there were whole hours of the day when they weren't thinking of him, even though in those same hours he had cancer. Or lots of people would come visit and would say "what can I do to help," but that put such a burden on him to ask him to help them help, and if they'd really been friends they would have just known what he might have wanted picked up from CVS, or whether his plants needed watering, or whether to walk the dog or what food the dog eats and when.
Basically, he wants us all to know that if you've ever known someone ill and haven't dropped your whole life to grieve for them while at the same time providing everything they might want, which you know instinctively or spend hours painstakingly deducing, you might as well have done nothing, because you have oafishly ruined their special day with your inadequate forms of caring.
I didn't know there could be a cancer bridezilla. Turns out egomania knows no bounds.
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Date: 2011-06-16 01:33 pm (UTC)Dude. Fuck off. Cancer gives one the right to be pissed and depressed and bitter and all manner of complex emotions, but it doesn't miraculously turn all concerned friends and family into frickin' mind readers.
(Grumble grumble grumble)
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