Some times people will do anything to assure themselves everything is ok. To smoothe over a sheet on a corpse. I was sitting in a car with a friend and i could see his verbal dances sweeping out the wrinkles. never mind life is crumbling at the edges. never mind the 18 stiches in my leg and the glaring obvious. Never mind the past sins. Never mind the hand tremors. He had decided i was ok and that was the way it was gonna be. nothing could change his mind. "how are you? you look good. i know you've been busy. school and stuff." and that is his final answer. He inturrupted me everytime i tried to say, "well, ..." no arguements from me. no contradictions. no back talk will be tolerated. what else could i do? "yeah, i'm fine." the deed is done. i couldn't go back. that was the only thing he wanted. "well, you need to get to sleep." car door slams behind me.
How can someone who claims to care not really care at all? |