I’ve always been able to help people, whether they beckoned for it or I intruded on their personal space in order to do my calling as a so-called altruistic human being of this mysterious, mysterious world.
For the most part, I have been fortunate enough to know what I am dealing with when I am attempting to do good for another’s sake. Typically, I don’t need to give a shit … and it’s really never any of my business to bother other people, whether I had good intentions or not. Unfortunately, this is the one time I feel as though I need to do everything in my power to help … but it’s just that. I’m absolutely powerless. This situation is beyond my area of expertise. Years of dealing with catty girls and retaliating bad customer service has not prepared me for this predicament.
I’m actually being serious. I feel pathetic, helpless, and worst of all, useless. My panic attacks are humane but I feel like they’ve become more of a nuisance for the other person rather than a humble sign of my concern. I’ve never felt like such a burden in my life, and I will never question again why I always require of myself to never feel powerless. Being in control has never felt so godly, and I’m far from godly at the moment.
Here’s another tribute to Huckleberry Finn. The prayer is the last resort.