I can imagine it working out perfectly, I said.
I can't, she said
And I said, no wonder you're so stressed.
-StoryPeople
I'm going to tell you it'll be okay. And I will repeat it over and over with nice, logical, encouragement. And when I get pissed off and annoyed because of all your whining, I'm not going to tell you that I have my own problems, and that I've told you the same thing over and over again. I'm going to keep telling you it'll be okay. And I will give you all the advice I can think of, in every minute little detail, even if it only helps a tiny bit. And if I can't think of any advice, I'll just be quiet and try to comfort you, or make you laugh, or try and get you to forget about the problem. Maybe I'll do a Google search, if it's something I think might help. Or I'll give you a WikiHow article. And if after all of that, after I've done what I think will help most, and it doesn't work or makes you annoyed with me, I'm really sorry. Because I'll admit I'm not wonderful at giving advice. But it kills me inside to see anyone in the universe suffering, even if I hate them wholeheartedly. And I don't know why. I say it's my conscience, but I don't try to help because I'd feel guilty. I just can't bear the thought of anyone being sad. And if it's MY fault they're sad, then I will punish myself and grovel and apologise and feel misreable. And of course I want myself to be happy, but my suffering isn't nearly as terrible to see as someone elses.
Because I'd take on the worries of the whole world if I could, if I thought it might help.
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First of all, you really don't deserve the worries of the whole world.
Second of all, does any of this have anything to do with me?
Sort of, like you and Sarah and everyone who tells me their problems, in general.
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