Helping a man-child

Miss Marshmallow
Sep 9, 2018 · 2 min read

Once upon a time, I found someone who looked like a friend in a time where there weren’t many friends around. He had a ‘bird with a broken wing’ air about him that I couldn’t resist. I needed to help.

Days, months, years have passed. For a long time, I kept lying to myself that if only things were different, just a little bit, maybe we’d get along better. Maybe I could DO something for him. The bird with a broken wing was awful with the ladies, and supposedly desperate for related advice and solutions.

I’ve looked at solutions in all the wrong places. All I had to do was to notice other people’s reactions.

2 seconds to look his friends in the eyes and realise something I had known since I met him: it is hard helping someone like him. It is not me being overly-sensitive. This man is in essence, a child, walking through an adult world that demands more of him than he can handle. Everyone can see his problem, except for himself. He labels himself “undesirable” and never asks questions, concluding that those who disagree with him are just morons. He acts badly towards me, albeit indirectly. “You don’t want what’s best for me”. He throws this around like the ultimate argument, which to him, I think it is. As long as you made the person who challenged you feel bad about what they said, anything goes. You won.

“You don’t want what’s best for me”. Now I can withstand a lot of accusations, but this is kind of special. Congratulations, I’ll be out of here faster than a Jumbo Jet. Best of luck.

I think I am done helping.