Verge
Let's hug it out
Oh, the humanity!!
I will pray for you, my friend. Other people may rant about comparatively silly things: having to do homework to learn at school, poverty, the hardships of life, and of course, Swedishguy's ongoing struggles with being, well, Swedish.
But you -- YOU -- have touched my heart. Normally I am calloused to the relatively minor annoyances of genocide, war, religious conflict, and the evils of both capitalism and communism. But your plight, your willingness to share, to reach out and expose your personal pain to the world -- this has penetrated my normal shields and zeroed right into me, and I feel -- nay, I weep -- for your plight. I only hope that your sharing will help others to avoid suffering this terrible calamity for themselves.
I wish that there was something more than I could do. I feel helpless against the onslaught, and fear that this catastrophe will be repeated. If only there was some organization that was working against this scourge, that I might be able to do more. Perhaps if I sold all my possessions, I could help them to make even a small dent in this problem.
Sure, they are those that would be skeptical, and even accuse you of bringing this upon yourself. Some would be so crass as to ask you why you did not shake up your beverage. Talk about pouring salt into the wound: just blame the victim, why don't you? Leave this poor person alone. Haven't they suffered enough?
I'm sorry. I kind of went off there. But this level of suffering sometimes just overrides my reason and I lost all control. It's almost like a primal empathic reaction to seeing another soul in torment. Go with God, my friend.
A sarcastic reaction to an equally sarcastic complaint. I like
