I remember just before I got saved, I opened up to one person and one person only about my suicidal tendencies at that point in time. I typed him up one massive suicide letter and kind of dumped the ball in his court. He typed a response back, saying how wonderful and unique I am and how much I am needed and loved in this world. You know what? I was furious with him. I was so angry because I felt like he wasn't listening nor understanding what I was actually saying. But it was true, he couldn't understand. It wasn't just an emotional rant, or an expression of my pain, I was asking this young man to save me, and I was so utterly disappointed when he didn't.
People try and love people the only way they know how. You say their responses are of good intention... but at the root of that good intention is love. It is love expressed in the only way that a person knows how to express it at that point. It is love that is seeking to reach you, impatient as it is.
My expectations for people are now set reasonably low, even for the ones who promise to stay close to me for the rest of my life. I think it is unfair to expect people to help me carry my burdens, some things on my heart are too heavy even for two people. Everything comes back to Jesus one way or another. People can offer temporary comfort, but we all have been built with that aching loneliness that people can't fill.
There are some funny (but entirely lovable) individuals in Streams of Consciousness. You know the ones. The ones that jump at every post that even so hints that that person is having a hard time, and they've pumped their responses with scripture steroids and one way road signs, all signalling to Jesus. Honestly, I've had a couple of them jump me after my complaints, and me being me, my first response was 'YEAH, DUH' or, 'SETTLE DOWN, I JUST WANT TO COMPLAIN FOR LIKE, 2 MINUTES, DUDE'. But, at the end of the day, they were wondering about me, they were thinking about me, they were concerned about me. They didn't have to be, but they were. Knowing that in itself gives me some comfort, like a reassuring hand on the shoulder.
And admittedly, sometimes I need a hard scripture whack. Some days, I just want to soak in my mopey non-goodness. But we are called in to this life of battle, we are called to wield the sword of the spirit and to put on the full armour of God. Sometimes I need a slap of scripture to remind me I'm dozing off and I need to take up my sword again.
We miscommunicate all the time, we misunderstand on a regular basis, this is just the daily life of human beings... but I don't know, personally I want to be thankful for even the little things, I am thankful for little bits of love that come out all messy. Love is precious. Sometimes loving someone means being honest and pointing people to the One who can save them since we in ourselves cannot play Saviour.
( Sorry if I took this thread the entire wrong way, I usually end very long responses by reminding people I do tangents real good)