EmeraldKitten
Sweet & Twisted
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- Feb 22, 2004
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“Save Yourself” ~ Stabbing Westward
Is it human nature that makes us want to ‘fix’ people?
Or does it depend on the person, and some of us are cursed with wanting to help anyone with anything.
Why is that?
It seems like all of my friends have something ‘wrong’ with them. I was the ‘motherly’ one.
Do any of you find yourself in that role?
Like for instance, when we would all go bowling or whatever, I was the one sitting at the table, smoking cigarettes, drinking Diet Coke, and telling them to calm down, quiet down, or behave.
I run into this situation with my dad. I want to ‘fix’ him. I want to ‘make’ him not be a druggie. I want to ‘force’ him to be the father that he should be. To me and to my sister.
I talk to him, I write him letters. I do everything possible to convey how I feel and all that happy horse shit, and it never works.
Am I flawed, as a person for caring? As a daughter for trying?
Or is it just human nature to attempt, fail, and bitch about it?
You can’t make anyone do what they don’t want to.
Why though, do we still try?
Am I alone here, or does everyone have some sort of the same experience?
Just wondering.
Is it human nature that makes us want to ‘fix’ people?
Or does it depend on the person, and some of us are cursed with wanting to help anyone with anything.
Why is that?
It seems like all of my friends have something ‘wrong’ with them. I was the ‘motherly’ one.
Do any of you find yourself in that role?
Like for instance, when we would all go bowling or whatever, I was the one sitting at the table, smoking cigarettes, drinking Diet Coke, and telling them to calm down, quiet down, or behave.
I run into this situation with my dad. I want to ‘fix’ him. I want to ‘make’ him not be a druggie. I want to ‘force’ him to be the father that he should be. To me and to my sister.
I talk to him, I write him letters. I do everything possible to convey how I feel and all that happy horse shit, and it never works.
Am I flawed, as a person for caring? As a daughter for trying?
Or is it just human nature to attempt, fail, and bitch about it?
You can’t make anyone do what they don’t want to.
Why though, do we still try?
Am I alone here, or does everyone have some sort of the same experience?
Just wondering.