Sit and Listen
Disclaimer: I don't own Harvest Moon or anything.
Authoresses Note: Just a Carter drabble. I hope you all enjoy.
Sit and listen. That's all I do.
The confessions have just ended and I am dead tired. Not physically mind you but mentally. All day it was "forgive me this" or "I mistreated my animals" or "I littered in the road" one right after another. Sure it didn't sound tough but after while it depresses you to no end.
All these townsfolk running around their merry little ways. But once they begin to feel the guilt from their dirty little secrets they come running. Oh yes there's much more to these townsfolk than you can imagine.
"I can't stand my husband."
"I looked at another woman with lust."
"I hate her she's such a slut. I know I act friendly to her but I can't stand her."
It's confessions like those that make me sick. The other ones I could deal with but when they sit down in that booth and start telling me all about some affair they had while traveling or about how they hate their neighbors I want to get up and leave. But they just keep coming to me.
Why?
Because I'm the priest. I won't go and tell anybody else their confessions. I can't. They tell me because I won't judge them. I just have to sit there and listen to all their secrets knowing that I'll never tell anyone else.
But what about me?
Does anyone ever ask me about my problems? Does anyone bother to care about the priest, the one who sits there and listens to everyone elses problems?
I hardly get any visitors other than those looking to hear a sermon or confess their sins. Can't I have friends? No, because I'm the priest.
And the priest isn't supposed to have friends.
I'm just suppose to sit and there and listen.
Authoresses Note: It's a little different from what I normally write. Please tell me what you think.