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Tuesday, October 09, 2007
Stone
If you were some... teenage counsellor who was supposed to deal with problem kids and stuff, and one day the kids just stopped coming to see you because they've all grown up and can handle their own lives, what are you supposed to feel?
Hardly indifferent, as much as you might like to pretend that you dealt with all of them professionally you know that just wasn't true.
Proud? A little presumptious isn't it. For all you know what you said/did for them didn't really help at all.
Not really happy either. Happy for them, maybe. But for yourself all that remains is some sad emptiness that comes with the knowledge that you're no longer needed. A part of you always took a certain pleasure in these kids coming to you and tellling you their problems. Not in a sadistic way, but just in a way that made you feel that your life was worth something and that you were making a difference in their lives.
And you'll get promoted to a full-time psychologist, and maybe one day many years later these kids will be all grown up and have their grown-up problems. (although I can't really tell what the difference is) ... And this time you get paid.
That is, of course, assuming you make it out of high school.
Moca wrote @ 11:25 PM
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