During my most recent appointment, I told my psychiatrist that I was tired of depression and diabetes, that I wanted a disease, like testicular cancer, where I could get some sympathy.
"You don't want sympathy, you want empathy," he told me.
Chris, I consider extended, long-term sympathy to be an insult, along the lines of pitying the ugly person, instead of admiring their wit and character. It's putting myself above you. I would not presume.
Short-term emergency sympathy, such as gasping and tsk-tsking when a person's car breaks down in the cattle chute approaching the Triboro bridge at rush hour, you may have in spades.
Chris, living where you do surely plays a part in that.
If you lived in, say, the Ark-La-Tex area, attitudes toward you might be very different. In fact you may well get sick and tired of everyone gluing you all over with the honey of:
oh bless your HEAAAAART!; OH you poor THIIIING!; and heh! you're a MESS! (that last one a very special and respectful term of endearment, said quietly and with a little chuckle.)
Since you're a white male and therefore Important, these would usually be followed by an offer of a nice cold beer, a stool upon which to rest your feet, and the time of the best fellowship service available at the speaker's favorite church.
You might well wish yourself back in the New York metro area, and fast.
That's before the testicular cancer, BTW - you get that much on the depression and diabetes alone.
Darlings, where to start? Sometimes I feel as though I have lived a thousand lives in this one, dewy and unlined though my complexion may be. To Tell All may be to intimidate; thus I maintain, at most times, a discreet reserve. But here I share my musings, perhaps revealing the secret to my exquisite poise and charm.
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I am so glad you have the courage to say these truths out loud.
During my most recent appointment, I told my psychiatrist that I was tired of depression and diabetes, that I wanted a disease, like testicular cancer, where I could get some sympathy.
"You don't want sympathy, you want empathy," he told me.
"I always get those confused."
"Sympathy is one step above apathy."
Well, since those are two of my own conditions, y'all get both sympathy AND empathy from me.
The two really are not mutually exclusive.
So I'm getting' some from you. Not too many other people yet, though.
Chris, I consider extended, long-term sympathy to be an insult, along the lines of pitying the ugly person, instead of admiring their wit and character. It's putting myself above you. I would not presume.
Short-term emergency sympathy, such as gasping and tsk-tsking when a person's car breaks down in the cattle chute approaching the Triboro bridge at rush hour, you may have in spades.
Chris, living where you do surely plays a part in that.
If you lived in, say, the Ark-La-Tex area, attitudes toward you might be very different. In fact you may well get sick and tired of everyone gluing you all over with the honey of:
oh bless your HEAAAAART!; OH you poor THIIIING!; and heh! you're a MESS! (that last one a very special and respectful term of endearment, said quietly and with a little chuckle.)
Since you're a white male and therefore Important, these would usually be followed by an offer of a nice cold beer, a stool upon which to rest your feet, and the time of the best fellowship service available at the speaker's favorite church.
You might well wish yourself back in the New York metro area, and fast.
That's before the testicular cancer, BTW - you get that much on the depression and diabetes alone.
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