Did you give unsolicited facts about the holocaust or jews?
I told him my reasons for not wanting to live.
Not the typical 'aww my life is shit' sob story reasons.
I told him that I had a very bad day at work. I told him that I liked to help people.
I told him that I have a very difficult job, much like he has, although his job is probably more difficult than mine.
I told him that he probably gets to help more people than I do.
I asked him if he had ever made a mistake at work. He didn't reply.
I told him that I made a minor mistake at work. I told him I really wanted to help out a lady and her family that day. And, it really wasn't a huge mistake. Something really small.
But it ruined her day.
I told him that I had tried as hard as I could thay day, but that I was operating off of incomplete information, and I was not perfect.
I told him that it was just unfair, that you can try so hard to help people, want to help people, but you can still inadvertently add misery to the universe.
He told me
Well, uhhh, you need to get help with that
And I told him that I had tried. And there really isn't much help. Because I'm not emotionally depressed, or chemically depressed, I'm depressed because I am never perfect, and even when I'm trying my best to make someone else's day great, sometimes I make it miserable instead.
I think that's why he didn't charge me for as much as he could've.
>I told him that it was just unfair, that you can try so hard to help people, want to help people, but you can still inadvertently add misery to the universe.
That's a very solid statement.
You go out for a walk one day and see an old retaining wall with a huge crack in it. You think, "wow, that is a really nice old wall and it would be a shame to see it crumble so I should patch that crack." You go out and buy the supplies to properly fill the seam and do so. The next day there is a massive rain and you hear on the news that the wall that you patched crumbled, fell over and killed a 15 old ladies, 8 cats, 5 horkers, 2 snails and one rabbi. Come to find out that that wall has stood for thousands of years and that crack had formed naturally to relieve the pressure of rain that falls on the dirt behind it. Good intentions can lead to bad outcomes but in the end, a rabbi dies.
A modified version of the little dutch boy and the dike.
That was a fucking boring court date
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