I've been searching for something, and in the process, I ran across some of my old writings. It will sound odd, but reading these messages from the past has made me so happy to be me. I've been skinny, fat, blonde, brunette, coupled, and single; but one thing is true. I'm always the same Tiffany. My personality has an amazing continuity.
So, I thought I'd share a few of these over time. I couldn't write the all in one evening. Let's start with "I'm Sorry Professor" (from 21 June 2003)
His quiet eyes are wandering; looking, but only vaguely understanding what they see. The theme has been bleak. A self made bleak. A sorrow felt. Not the sorrow of sympathy, but the sorrow of showing sympathy when you can not possibly understand the depths of pain involved that would allow you to show the right kind of sympathy. Your limitations are evident. You can only hug. You can stroke someone's hand. You can dull hurt through stimuli because you know the human mind is incapable of feeling both things simultaneously. You take scientific advantage. You feel like a louse for taking the easy way out.
From "I'm Sorry Professor Part 2" (23 June 2003)
What do you do when someone you care about tells you that their Aunt committed suicide? There's no face you can make that doesn't look false and uncomfortable. There's no appropriate thing to say. "I'm sooo sorry" is weak and useless. I'm never good in those situations. I offer a hug, stroke a back, and listen: an open ear to hear everything I couldn't possibly understand.
Love,
Tiff