Imagine a job where you have to understand everyone…Before I even knew what agony was,I wanted to be an agony aunt. The intimacy and despair involved in reading a strangers problem – it’s like eavesdropping on a meaty bus chat, or being invited to skip the small talk at a lifeless party. At school teachers told us that if we were attacked we should scream “Fire” instead of “Help”, or so that even the most selfish strangers would respond,fearing for their lives. I often consider approximately this, because it’s so clearly bollocks. “Help” is a rare and sometimes handsome word to hear. In problem pages we have the opportunity to reply.
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Source: theguardian.com