Conversation

I'm so often the topic of discussion.

"How's she doing today?"
"When is her next therapist appointment?"
"Do you think it'd be better too talk to her or just let her be?"
"I'm worried about her."
"How can I help her."

The most peculiar part is, I'm never a part of these discussions. Not that I particularly want to be, but even if I did, I wouldn't get the chance. I get a glance or a nod when I'm the topic of somebody else's discussion, but not an invitation. People talk about me all the time, just not to me. When they actually talk to me, it's more Let's pretend nothing ever happened, or it's Let's pretend like we are walking on egg shells, or maybe Let's over-analyze everything she says and assume it all has some deeper meaning.
Mostly, however, it's Let's give her the sad, puppy dog eyes and pretend like she's a lost child who desperately wants everyone's pity.


I'm practically expected to be depressed.
If I wasn't, no one would have anything to talk about.

-Beaskie