This may be callous of me, but sometimes I feel like our SBS class is one giant therapist couch for whoever is speaking. Today was one of those days.
Our speaker was the head of the hospice program, and started off telling his story. Overworked, underpaid, 2 kids and a wife he never saw. I got the impression that he no longer has either the wife or the kids (see above). Anyhow, alone and unhappy, he went to a grief workshop run by some woman named Elizabeth. She taught him the meaning of life through death. Or something like that.
30 minutes later as he’s reclining on our spacious leather couch (please, tell me more about your feelings), it turns out that he has found beauty in his life through the death of others. Now, I’ll say this carefully, because I do admit that a lot of what he said was poignant and touching. But, for most of his talk, I felt like I was watching a crappy romantic comedy.
Blargh. My heart is 2 sizes too small.
*If you haven’t seen Arrested Development, you are both depressed and emotionally impoverished without even knowing it! Remedy this immediately!
