I'm a 20-year old recent college graduate, unemployed artist/activist with an obsessive love for all things Harry Potter, Buffy, and Sherlock-related.

Also constantly looking to find a broader feminist and progressive community, which has been recently lacking from my life.

 

Listen

When I ask you to listen to me and you start giving me advice, you have not done what I asked.

When I ask you to listen to me and you begin to tell me why I shouldn’t feel that way, you are trampling on my feelings.

When I ask you to listen to me and you feel you have to do something to solve my problem, you have failed me, strange as that may seem.

Listen! All I ask is that you listen. Don’t talk or do - just hear me.

Advice is cheap; 20 cents will get you both Dear Abby and Billy Graham in the same newspaper.

 I can do for myself; I am not helpless. Maybe discouraged and faltering, but not helpless. 

When you do something for me that I can and need to do for myself, you contribute to my fear and inadequacy.

But when you accept as a simple fact that I feel what I feel, no matter how irrational, then I can stop trying to convince you and get about this business of understanding what’s behind this irrational feeling.

And when that’s clear, the answers are obvious and I don’t need advice.

Irrational feelings make sense when we understand what’s behind them.

Perhaps that’s why prayer works, sometimes, for some people. - God is mute. He doesn’t give advice or try to fix things. 

He just listens and lets you work it out for yourself.

So please listen, and just hear me.

And if you want to talk, wait a minute
for your turn - and I will listen to you.

- Anonymous