Is it true, that you eat every ones food?
Shit just got real, I guess.
I try to hard to play the caretaker and a lot of times it benefits the people involved, but sometimes it doesn’t. Tonight it didn’t, well the problem told me it didn’t. The problems were drunk and making a scene outside of a friend’s house. So naturally, being the only one sober enough to speak coherently, I decided to intervene and break up the little quarrel. Two people that have just broken up, alcohol, fresh wounds, and honesty seemed like a recipe for disaster.. Especially when they both have a tendency for miscommunication and making a mountain out of a molehill. But after the whole thing had been broken up and I was taken home by one of the people involved in the fight, I was told I was being an asshole because I was trying to keep them away from each other. I thought I was doing the right thing, but I feel guilty for some reason. I don’t know what to think really. He was really pissed at me, even though I wasn’t the only one intervening. Maybe I should’ve just let them talk.. Who knows. I hope all will be forgiven in the morning when everyone’s cooled down, but I still can’t help but feel like I was more part of the problem than the solution.
“Music is my religion. It gives me all types of fucking hope that the world is a good place, you know, when there’s all types of signs telling you constantly that it isn’t. So I believe in music, and I believe in its ability to heal and save.”
- Anthony Green (via golden-ten-like-lambs)