Karl: “pop… un message sur ma messagerie, une amie en difficulté. Elle me raconte son histoire, les larmes coulent sur mes joues. Je suis trop loin pour l'aider tout de suite. Mon corps est absent, je n'ai que les mots. Donner mon corps pour réconforter les autres, c'est peut-être ce que je fais de mieux.”
When I wrote my anti-listening-to-women rant, I didn't mean listening in the sense of being in the presence of females, nor did I mean in the sense of listening to them on the phone. The last woman that called me on a daily basis, because she always needed someone to talk to (which is something I can appreciate) stopped calling a couple years ago, and since then the daily anything from any woman has been lacking. I got tired of it—a little too conveniently, after the last one stopped—because it became "talking at" rather than "talking with".
Karl feels bad for not being able to be in the presence of the woman telling him her story, because physical presence means a stronger connection to the words which is in turn because you can only communicate so much through text.
