Wednesday, June 24, 2009

I hate you

I hear it quite often.

"I'm fine."

yet they are so obviously not fine. So I usually quote a line from the Italian Job:

Freaked out

Today I heard a new one from a young lady

"F***ed up

I prefer honesty to this rather blatant lie and I tell youth so. And so the response I get is, "I don't want to talk about it." I'm fine with that. I just go to work talking about random things, making jokes, stirring up memories. Although half an hour later the story is being shared.

Today after that happened the response was - "I knew when I saw you I should have bolted. I don't know why but when you are around I feel the need to open up. I hate you for that." Never before have the words "I hate you" meant so much.

When the conversation ended I felt blessed to have unexpectedly earned the trust of a young person, but my heart ached for where this person was at in their life.
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