It’s the questions that will kill you. All the “have you trieds?” and the “what about Blah-blah?” Why aren’t you working in retail or at Starbucks?” “Can you declare bankruptcy?” “WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO?” “Maybe you should call so-and-so at XYZ agency…..” (ok, that wasn’t a question) “Are you working?” “Would you consider a lower-level position?” “Why can’t you declare bankruptcy?” “What’s the difference between Chapter 7 and Chapter 13?” “What are you going to do if you get sick?” "Do you have insurance?" “Are you going to sell your house?” “Have you listed your house yet?” “Have you thought about having a roommate?” “How about going back to school?” “Are you out there networking?” “What about a home equity loan?” “WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO??????????????????????????”
People mean well. And hell, they’re just as sick of hearing about it as I am answering the questions. The tricky part is that the situation is so daunting, so gargantuan, so overwhelming, you just can’t skirt around it. It's damn near impossible not to talk about it, not to ask questions about it. Not only is the elephant in the living room, but the pesky pachyderm is also hosing up the peanuts out of the candy dish, knocking over the coffee table, shitting on the carpet.
But, hey, what do you say we try to ignore it anyway? Let’s make a pact. I won’t whine if you don’t ask questions. (Cue the SFX: Uncomfortable silence/drip-drip of the faucet/wind whistling across an open plain.)
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