Where I'm Coming From

Hmmm. Been a while since I blogged. And now I’m pissed. So I’ll blog. I live with a young man who has some serious emotional issues. We were up late talking and he was crying about some bullshit that happened. Then he got a little hysterical and said that he thought he could die right now. And I knew that he meant it. He said that I’m the only person alive that he trusted and asked me why people are such assholes. I couldn’t tell him, but in retaliation I did send some mental violence to a couple of people who desperately deserve it. It’s wrong to make a point of hurting someone. Especially when they are emotionally fragile. All he wants is for someone to care. Not so much to ask for, is it?
I wonder how many of us have really had the world crashing down on us and no place to hide from the fallout. How many of us have slept in our cars, with no place to go, no one to talk to, nowhere to belong, to feel safe, to feel loved. How desperate do you have to be to ask someone to help you die?
Everyone’s wanting to know why I let a virtual stranger into my home, not quite grown, who can’t really take care of himself. Why tolerate his mania?
Because I won’t watch from a distance as this beautiful young man tears himself apart from guilt, shame, and most of all, despair. Because there are so many of us attacked on the streets, bullied out of our homes, shamed into submission and disowned by our families.
Because there are so many of us already dead.