Suckers and Company: Heads-Up
Extend compassion, but beware of the tipping point
Attacking from the outside in, whilst drenching you, they drain you dry. Whilst spewing their stuff like one possessed, they sap your soul. They are metaphorical mergers of Linda Blair and Count Dracula, demon and vampire.
In 21st-century parlance, they are less vividly dubbed: “needy.”
“Needy” was formerly synonymous with “poor” in the material sense. Today, the needy are poor in the figurative sense, to be pitied for it nonetheless — which is the reason the less pitiable amongst us feel obliged to ease their distress.
We lend an ear or two to sound off on. A set of shoulders to sob on. Strong arms for support, hug-wise and otherwise. A pair of handy-dandy hands always at their service.
So far, so good.
But it’s not good enough. It’s never enough. No canyon, however grand, can contain the grandeur of their sufferings. A twice-bottomed-out abyss cannot suffice to store such abysmal miseries.
Cut bait before you get tangled in the line and dragged under with your side-kicker. Toss a lifesaver, if you will — just be sure to stay safe on saner shores.






