Sometimes I'm too pragmatic; I think I'm being sympathetic and nurturing, and other people take it as unfeeling and lacking in understanding of the human animal. I feel inadequate next to the rafts of theretheres and shared experience. This pragmatism, my attempts to put a different spin on whatever situation is under emotional scrutiny, is all I have to offer; but it pales, it seems, next to tea and tears and sympathy. I have only tea and sympathy; I am the nursemaid who brings the tissues to wipe the tears, even if I can't share them. It's all I have.

2007 09 05 - 08:47