What I learned this weekend.
Jan. 27th, 2008 07:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
litheraLaughter helps all things, even if it isn't exactly stable laughter.
No matter what work I do to fix broken systems, broken rules, broken semantics, broken lines of communication... None of it matters if the people are too battered and bruised to participate. There are a lot of people scared and hurt and tired out there and while I'm good at helping people heal one at a time - I can't help them all at once.
I'm not sure I can help heal some of them at all.
And I hate that. I hate that in ways it is hard to describe. I've already had to leave the sword at home, to drop the shield and make sure that who ever wanted a clear shot at me had it. Now I'm in a position where I cannot really help people heal. Some bridges cannot be rebuilt. It isn't something that can be forced nor should it be. It leaves me entirely uncertain about my next steps. I feel like I'm in the Buffy musical all of a sudden.
All I can do is hope that the adage of when God closes a door, He opens a window proves to be true. I will be out of town starting Wednesday, so it will be out of my hands for a few days at that point. There is very, very little I hate more than being unable to do something about a situation. It drives me crazy - literally some times depending on the severity of the situation at hand.
I learned I still love The Presidents of the Unites States of America. They put on a fantastic show.
I love my friends. I love them very much. I also worry a lot about them. From whether or not they're warm and safe, to will they make it home okay when they leave my apartment, to a million other things - all day, every day. I wish, some times, that I could stop worrying so very much.
I learned that Liam Neeson was the Youth Heavyweight Champion of Ireland for three consecutive years.
I learned that Christian Bale's step mother is Gloria Steinam.
Not all important things but, you know...
No matter what work I do to fix broken systems, broken rules, broken semantics, broken lines of communication... None of it matters if the people are too battered and bruised to participate. There are a lot of people scared and hurt and tired out there and while I'm good at helping people heal one at a time - I can't help them all at once.
I'm not sure I can help heal some of them at all.
And I hate that. I hate that in ways it is hard to describe. I've already had to leave the sword at home, to drop the shield and make sure that who ever wanted a clear shot at me had it. Now I'm in a position where I cannot really help people heal. Some bridges cannot be rebuilt. It isn't something that can be forced nor should it be. It leaves me entirely uncertain about my next steps. I feel like I'm in the Buffy musical all of a sudden.
All I can do is hope that the adage of when God closes a door, He opens a window proves to be true. I will be out of town starting Wednesday, so it will be out of my hands for a few days at that point. There is very, very little I hate more than being unable to do something about a situation. It drives me crazy - literally some times depending on the severity of the situation at hand.
I learned I still love The Presidents of the Unites States of America. They put on a fantastic show.
I love my friends. I love them very much. I also worry a lot about them. From whether or not they're warm and safe, to will they make it home okay when they leave my apartment, to a million other things - all day, every day. I wish, some times, that I could stop worrying so very much.
I learned that Liam Neeson was the Youth Heavyweight Champion of Ireland for three consecutive years.
I learned that Christian Bale's step mother is Gloria Steinam.
Not all important things but, you know...
