Upon awakening after reading and sleeping, thought it would be 'brave' of me to go for coffee with Francesca despite all the humiliation and continuing contempt. What were the alternatives? Go to strangers? What is the problem? Why is there this convolution? I've gotten so weary of the estrangement derived of role playing based on employment. "What do you do?" What indeed.
It was alright until having lunch. Big bruiser gave me a headache. She winked and I'm thinking of Cary Grant faking his demise for to motivate Victor McLaughlin to let them have it. What would Dr. Zorba say? She would have made a fantastic RN, I think, along the lines of those I've known. You easily fall into that "Why not an MD?" sexist political (Is it gender now?) mind bending; so tired of that too. What do they know? To be with people in despair, in pain, in their cups! Result: contempt!
And the hurtful all the time. I will stay with her and see how it will be. I am confused.
God help us. What to make of just being there, needing human contact?
Finishing the day seeing this neglect.
When will justice done for the negligence experienced?
It's all so very strange and I did my best to make them happy.
Why no love and respect problematic. Gave them a good "That's a wrap."
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