The world can't be satisfied, but that need to fix it all can.” And old men, grill your burgers and give them to teenagers with cynical worldviews. So, old ladies, make your casseroles and set them on doorsteps. To feel as if we have something significant to contribute. We didn't let them help us because we needed it, we let them help us because inside of humans is this thing, this unnamed need to feel as if we were useful in the world. We let them because they need it, not us. Offering free meals, free stays in condos in Florida, even free plumbing. It's a good burger, sure, but it means nothing. If someone's little brother disappears, don't give him a free hamburger to make him feel better- it doesn't work. Don't pretend to care only about their problems. So, if you feel sorry for someone, don't pretend to be happy. I wanted the world to sit back, listen up, and let me explain to it that when someone is sad and hopeless, the last thing they need to feel is that they are the only ones in the world with that feeling. And I wanted to be offered help from people because they cared about me, not because they felt some strange social obligation to do so. I wanted to be ignored because of my eccentricities, not because of my brother. “People didn't like having to come up with something smart or helpful or sensitive to say, and they weren't intelligent enough to realize that all we wanted, all I wanted, was to be treated the same as I had been three months before.
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