"Jesus Christ, Mike, snap out of it. He's only trying to help, she's encouraging. What the hell? Did you turn into some kind of Tibetan monk?" Robert couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You know maybe this is why you're so quiet. You're just as insane as that kid. It's not just fine to be pissed off. It's really healthy. Now the proper response is I don't give a shit why they are doing, I want to hurt them."
He got up, because he was a lot less Zen that Mike. You didn't lie down and take it, no matter what people's intentions were. He looked at the playpen. "You don't listen to Mike. Focus on uncle G and daddy. People fuck with you, you fuck right back with them. You make their life miserable, because you are much better than they can every dream of being." The 'ah' from the baby made him smile. "See, even my kid knows that I'm right. I get all the encouraging words, but the bottom line is that she's preparing you for a life of blindness, because it makes her feel better and doesn't give a damn what it does to you. You can't even consider using it, because that shit messes with your head. It's like a pilot who stops flying because they are checking if he's okay. Then longer is out, the more he gets depressed, then he's scared of flying when he's flying again. Learning to rely on that stuff means accepting that you're blind, and you should have told her just that. In fact, you should have told her to fuck off."