Oh John where are thou?
Jan. 23rd, 2012 08:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
matilda36I am disgusted with myself. I could easily say that medications dull my senses, but I have always been socially awkward, basically a cold bitch, so there's really no excuse.
This afternoon at work arrives a phone call: one of our colleagues, who had just gone to the bank, had been pushed and robbed by her bag, including most of her properties and the money she was going to deposit.
Now my first instinct in this kind of circumstances is to get very lucid and provide practical solutions. So I did. One dumbest than the other.
When my colleague did come back, worse for wear, but still keeping her spirits up, I hugged her and tried to say the right things, but I left work with the impression I had said all the wrong ones.
I hated myself. I still do. Sometimes I wish I was given the gift of compassion.Probably I am like Sherlock a functioning socipath, only without the genius part.
This afternoon at work arrives a phone call: one of our colleagues, who had just gone to the bank, had been pushed and robbed by her bag, including most of her properties and the money she was going to deposit.
Now my first instinct in this kind of circumstances is to get very lucid and provide practical solutions. So I did. One dumbest than the other.
When my colleague did come back, worse for wear, but still keeping her spirits up, I hugged her and tried to say the right things, but I left work with the impression I had said all the wrong ones.
I hated myself. I still do. Sometimes I wish I was given the gift of compassion.Probably I am like Sherlock a functioning socipath, only without the genius part.
