Kind people accidentally say, “Sometimes I wish it would all end,” then look completely horrified and apologize, multiple times. I told this kind woman multiple times that it was OK and to look at me to see if she had hurt me. She said, “Well, still.”
Someone I have barely met says, “Was it messy?’
There must be a middle ground between kindness, thoughtfulness, and compassion and I don’t give a fuck. I want to know.
The Downward Slope 