The Dead Zone

I have to deal with clients and their loved ones daily in the profession I am in. And in actuality that has always been the most intriguing part of my work. Fascinated by human nature and the relational interactions between people. Every once in a while I get to encounter the people who are clearly there for each other out of pure love and nothing else. When I interact with them, I just vibe right along with their love for each other and it leaves me on a higher level. The majority of people I encounter are the ones who are with each other for functional reasons, being completely oblivious of the utter dysfunction they are caught up in. There’s no pure love between them. I can sense all the resentment they hold for each other and yet at the end of the day, they rather be with anyone, than alone. Most likely unwilling to face what would be left if there was no one there to distract them. So I just maintain my neutrality as I am fascinated at the misery people choose for themselves. But the most perplexing people I encounter are the ones who are emotionally void. Everything is a facade. The person they are with just fills that role of the life they created for themselves. The Barbie package. The house; the car; the good job. Let’s just put this person in there because he/she has met all the requirements to fit the “Stepford Wives” life they build for themselves. The emotional void between those people is nearly paralyzing. It’s like entering a dead zone. Nothing lives there. I have not found a way how to be around that so I just remain awkwardly silent. Speaking or interacting with them only when cued to do so. Almost afraid to come too close to the fringes of their vortex because it might suck me in. And always overwhelmingly relieved once they leave my care.