Those Who Think They Care

Offering only scaled circumstantial efforts of selfish goodwill, I answer the phone knowing what the first words spoken will be. Through the gasps of vocal illegibility I begin to understand that, like my friend and owner of the call, life isn’t meant to be enjoyed.

We all grumble at our misfortunes and point blame outward while simultaneously knowing it should be pointed inward. We all suffer from our own stupidity and make those we love suffer along with us. Through friendship, shared isolation is found.

Rays of sunshine only cause the head to spin, as though it seems now a days. We are all meant to endure pain and sadness, and it’s my obligation to inform those who think they care, that applied comfort is taken for what it is.