Recently, I have allowed myself to become absorbed into other peoples problems. First there was my co-worker who went to rehab. This situation got better. He came back to work for a week and was a new man. Now he is on a golf vacation. I am worried that he will return to us a mess all over again.
Now, another co-worker has told me about her situation with her boyfriend. I don’t want to be Dear Abby and yet here I am. I truly don’t have great advice for these people, but I can offer them support and compassion. I guess that is something after all.
What is it about me that people feel they should share their intimate secrets? I mean it. I know more about some of the waitresses in town than I know about my own relatives. I hear about their health. I hear about their love life. I hear about their wild weekends. And tragically, I hear about their fights and injuries. It is a world of hurt!
I guess I must appear sensitive an caring. Lord knows I can’t keep a secret. Here I am telling all of you about total strangers. The thing is I actually care about these people and it hurts me to hear their sad stories. I sometimes lose sleep over it. Isn’t that ridiculous? I am sure there is some archetype that would label me. I can come up with one. Sap. These people dump on me and I sap it up. More commonly referred to as an “old sap” or a fool.
Let’s have some tea and you can tell me all your problems.