Ernest (Ernie/Ern) Macmillan (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} ernsthename) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} pandorarpg, |
"Well, if you can start by just for once acknowledging that there are at least some people out there looking out for your well-being. Not just out of pity, charity, projecting some sort of image, or self-interest--but just out of human decency. I'm treating you in a way that I see as proper to treat other human beings. It wouldn't hurt if you if you put that into practice more often too. If you expect or desire that people treat you with respect, treat them with respect. Most people who aren't complete fools, who aren't insane, will only show respect to those who respect them." Ern was sure that he was among the absolutely insane for having given Zacharias too many chances and undermined his own self-respect in the process.
"And try to accept that people are looking out for your well being for what it is, even if it may not always match up exactly to what you want. Whatever the hell that may be. I don't do legilimency. If I really did hate you, maybe I would've let Michael and Jasper have at you a bit longer."
He paused for a moment, realizing that wasn't the case. "Or no--I would've still stopped them right away. But fuck, I probably would've had an easier time at it since I wouldn't have immediately panicked and realized I could've dealt with it differently."
"And something is obviously more wrong than you're openly admitting--the last time I've checked you hated your father. It can't be that alone." Although Ernie can admit having some knowledge of a love-hate relationship with parents. He knew that the deaths of either or both of his parents would've disturbed him greatly, but not to the extent of disturbance Zacharias seemed to be exhibiting. "It would help to know in exactly what ways your life is fucked up so that maybe some sort of solution that isn't getting drunk and burning bridges."
"And I don't think of myself as better than you. Maybe that's your own fucked up thought process. It's irresponsible for me to see you or anyone struggle like this and not offer any sort of help or support. I don't hold any sort of illusion that I can save you. You'd probably need no less than five years with a full-time shrink to even approach being saved from your own damned self-destructive behaviours." Ernie felt as though he let that out in one continuous breath--but it needed to be said. He was that frustrated, after all.