There are those who we encounter in our day to day that just aren’t ready. Imagine knowing that winter’s coming and you need to build a house before the snow flies. Problem is, you’ve never built a house and you don’t have any tools. The wind is blowing cold and you’re stumbling and scared and lost.
You went through (state provided?) rehab 3 times where they informed you how to build that house and they laid the tools in your lap. Those first two times you chose to live in a cardboard box because it’s what you knew. Some of us don’t have the same resources. Some of us have mental health issues.
Some days the vibe you give off is that guy who drives past the job site telling someone they’re stupid for trying to cobble something, anything, together just get out of the cold. As misguided as they are, you were there too once.
I think the grief that others express toward you is not so much about whether you’re right or wrong. It’s about that desire for righteousness. Rather than giggling and pointing at the DIY pallet house they’re building as you cruise past. Get out of you’re vehicle, light a fire and provide a little warmth from the cold. I, for one, would be more prone to listen to that person. Tough love is a useful tool, but it’s not the tool for every job. Besides, if nothing that was said to you at rehab the first 2 times pushed you in he right direction, what makes you think your harshness will jar anyone from a sleep they’re not ready to wake from yet? Yeah, maybe their cardboard box does suck, but we never know what they went through to duct tape that bad boy together.