Don’t Want to Talk About It

telefono-heraldo-negroRing! Ring!

Every once in awhile, my old buddy Stan calls me in a panic.

Usually late at night.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“Don’t want to talk about it,” he said.

“Then why did you call?”

He sounded confused. “I forgot.”

“If you forgot, it couldn’t be serious.”

“But it was.”

“How do you know?”

“I remember that much.”

“Then try to remember what it was.”

“I said, I didn’t want to talk about it.”

“Stan, I get it. You’re going stir-crazy from the Covid lock-down. Everyone is.”

“It’s more than that.”

“How so?”

“My business is in the sewer.  I am stuck home with Daphne and we ran out of projects to keep us busy.  It was only last week before we could buy toilet paper and now we can’t find bacon. I can’t take this anymore.”

“Like I said, everyone is losing it to some degree.”

“But that’s the problem, I can’t lose it.”

“Why not?”

“Because Daphne depends on me to hold it together.  I have to remain strong for her, and it is driving me nuts. What can I do?”

“I don’t know.”

“Dude, I am counting on you.”

I didn’t know what to tell him, so I shot from the hip.

“Just fake it,” I told him.  “You don’t have to hold it together for anyone else, you just have to look like you do.”

“I knew you would have the answer.”



Ring! Ring!

This time it was Stan’s wife, Daphne.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” she snapped.

“You called me,” I reminded her.

“Stan is driving me nuts.”

“How so?”

“He thinks I depend on him to hold it together.”


“I don’t.”


“Okay, maybe his way of coping with stress is to stay strong for others, but what do I do?  Pretend to depend on him?”


“That’s what I’ve been doing, and it is not working.”

“Then you might want to throttle it back just a bit.”

She thought about that.

“Good advice.”



“Why do they call you?” my wife wanted to know.

“It helps.”

“Maybe they should talk to someone who knows what they are talking about, like a counselor.”

“That would never work.”

“Why not?”

“Because they don’t want to talk about it.”

Author: Almost Iowa

33 thoughts on “Don’t Want to Talk About It”

  1. I don’t wanna talk about it – how you broke my heart. But if I stay here just a little bit longer – if I stay here won’t you listen…

    -Rod Stewart, but might as well be Stan or Daphne

  2. During this difficult time, it’s good to see that you can complain (while I can still detect a bit of an underlying smile).

  3. Oddly, your advice reminds me of the nuns at school who answered our teenage angst with “just pretend you can cope and you’ll find out you’re coping after all.”

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