We have all seen it on TV- one of the characters is injured in an accident and all the ensemble, family, friends, coworkers, are rushing to the hospital through the midnight traffic. But have you ever seen it happening in real life? Don't worry- neither have I.
I thought about it today after in the abyss of the Internet I stumbled upon a post of somebody who never visits their good friends or family members in hospital as a rule- because they don't like hospitals and they need to put their own needs first. At first I took it for sarcasm. Boy, I was wrong.
Recently I seem to hear one thing from people way too often- 'You should take better care of yourself'. There are many reasons why it sets me off. Mostly, because me and myself are actually doing quite fine. I spend a lot of time with myself, so I can tell. I dedicate a lot of energy to myself, and sometimes I feel like I am somewhat spoiled with all this attention: long showers, testing new make up, treating myself to good food and sweet solitary evenings in the garden. I am being way too good to myself. Which is why I don't see the need to half-up twist myself and stretch myself over a mile for myself. Myself is just a one happy bunny.
But just like all of you, I am attacked with daily self-centrism checklists coming from various advertisers. They tell me I must love myself. They tell me I must date myself. I must feed myself, cherish myself, and groom both my physical and emotional surface with care and thoroughness. I like hearing that, don't you?
At the times of extreme popularity of online therapy offers, what startled me the most is a success of sites like 7 Cups of Tea. It offers a free service providing an anonymous person with a 'listener'- usually a regular geezer who, that's all they're allowed to do, listens to them. People who use these sites often don't require professional help- they are looking for a friend. That constitutes an entire army of people who have no one in real life who would listen to them. Perhaps people in their lives follow one of simple 'wellness rules' out there, like the one I found, to my terror, re-posted by some of my friends on social media. It advised that each time you contact your friend in the hour of need, you ask them first if they have 'mental space' to talk about it. I do not mean to be brutal, but if you are genuinely running out of mental space, then you might have a clutter in there. Tidy up. I took a note to never call these friends again, under any circumstances, Armageddon included.
