When I got in my car this morning, I found the roof upholstery was sagging down. Probably from the heat.
My coworker loves cars. So at the end of the day, I told him about the problem and asked his advice. So he took me to a store, got some spray glue, then he gently undid the upholstery and I sprayed it with glue and stuck it back to the roof. The whole time he was upraiding me for my slovenliness and the way I treated my car and I kept placating him with the incantation, “I should be more masculine.”
We have this routine when he talks about how upset or angry he is with someone or something and I say, “That must be very frustrating.” And he says, “You don’t care.” And I say, “My therapist wants me to start caring about people.” And he says, “You don’t care. You’re too damaged. You have ice water in your veins.”
The upholstery is 80% fixed now and just 20% saggy. Let’s see how it holds up.
Tal posts: “Do you feel you lack empathy? Or is your empathy just more limited in order to enable a more effective focus? Too much empathy could possibly allow chaotic fucked up “users” to enter into, damage, and compromise your well being with their sympathy generating needs, and maybe thereby even render you incapable of offering anybody any effective help whatsoever.”
