Old lessons revisited
I went out to the suburbs to discuss sad things from the past over a short dinner. I was prepared to learn something. But my dinner companion was not in shape after another night of drugs and another day of lies and hurt people. Someone else might have found the details interesting - to me they were boring and very predictable.
Over dinner, I was asked if I didn’t think hurting other people to avoid falling apart was a ”good enough” lifestyle? After all, it had worked for years already and there seemed to be no alternatives.
No. I didn’t. But who would ask such a question? A drunken child, telling me to stop caring, daring me to prove I could magically make everything alright again - and an adult who really has hurt many people and wants to do it again.
So I cared in the only possible way: I left.