rememberthis:

I was meeting with a (mildly middle-aged) man yesterday about his upcoming daughters funeral. The man was in a horrible state. Obviously. Who wouldn’t look, smell, and feel like shit when your young daughter is about to die in a few days. I’m helping this man talk about things he doesn’t feel ready to accept but some mysterious force is making him face such utter crap. So yeah, it’s pretty serious stuff and I felt like I was handling it really well. Really professional and sincere because I DO honestly care.

Then as I’m walking away I say, “Alright, see ya soon.”… I swear to shit I heard him groan a little. It’s such a normal thing to say! Only me, of all assholes, would slip it up. Asshole=Me.

It’s true. I am.