Stupid people

And I'm up again. Yes, yes, yes I've slept the afternoon away. It's what I always do on a Saturday. And no it's not harmful, quite the contrary, people who are sleep deprived do not behave very nicely, and I, too, start playing up. Now beautifully rested, the evening starts looking differently. It's dark so the night-owl in me pushes the play button. I'm not sure I want to play though. It's the eve. And although it goes way back, it's still the eve. I've never liked January very much, and life hasn't helped change that. Nobody will understand, because as the very stupid psychologist in Xarabank yesterday said, time heals. I could have punched her through the TV, but since my financial situation is not the top of tops at the moment (damn sales), I am not about to put a TV on the blink just because of a stupid woman wearing designer specs. Specs don't make a person. I know, I wear them, I have something like 30 pairs because I change them according to what I wear, or depending on the mood, and all of this of course depends if I have got myself out of bed in time, which is nearly never. Time heals, said she. A woman gone to University just to have learnt nothing. And a woman who is supposed to be helping people. Nice one. No, it's ugly. Time is nothing. People heal for a variety of reasons, none of which is time. They heal because they have support, or perhaps because they have turned to the right people for help, sometimes they heal because they are lucky, and because they are strong enough to get up, brush the dust and try again. Most people do not heal. That is statistics. And stupid people will also tell you, don't cry, be strong. Yeah right. How about reversing the situations. I'd say, cry, cry, cry until there are no more tears to cry. That's being strong. Take your time. If you need to stay inside, away from it all, then do just that. But the stupid people will say, go out, go out as much as possible. It's all so wrong. They will say don't talk about it anymore because it's worse. And I say, talk, talk, talk until you exhaust it from your system. To all stupid people, the least you can do is just shut up. Let the victims turn themselves into survivors who will live to tell the tale. They will also live to be able to help those who, like them, are wounded. Because, although unfathomable at the time, the deep gash will heal slowly into a scar. And it's the wounded who make the best of therapists. Oh, and they usually come forward themselves, without expecting anything in return.