**Another Rambling Arm Chair Quarterback Physchiatric Thingamajig Brought To You By the Letters S and U. **
Plnr Your wife will never be lacking for patients as I know a great many people, mostly women, actually, all of them are. who live from crisis to crisis. Crisis Junkies is a most apt name for them.
It is really pathetic and I have learned to avoid these people like ebola.
It is like they are trying to fill some kind of void in their lives, a great big consuming gap in their soul that is temporarily covered by either feeding off of someone’s trauma or spazzing out over some new ’ trauma’. Emotionally, they are insecure and looking for validation.
*Everyone is looking for validation. *
Yeah, verily, this is hardly a newsflash.
Some find it in religion ( the “Father” figure that never says no or talks mean to them.) Yet the backbone of this is guilt or fear based.
Some find it in food ( There is no therapy like a donut.) .
Shopping ( We were dirt poor growing up and I am not denying myself anything ever again. This is what I refer to as the Scarlett O’Hara Mentality: *" I’ll never go without again so I’ll run myself up a big huge debt. *
Some find it in education of some form or another by becoming a fancy pants know it all.[size] This would be me. [/size] Because of academic failures in the past or the fact they were not the prettiest/coolest/mostest bestest jock in the teen years. And, for some reason, by societies standards, being either well read, well informed or just posessing common sense, is avoided. *“Ahhh, she thinks that the email I got about the FOAF who woke up in the bathtub with his kidney missing is an urban legend. WE MUST AVOID HER SHE TALK CRAZY TALK.” * Just my experience, YMMV. Feh.
A perverse bunch find it in crisis. By helping out others or surrounding themselves with emotionally trainwrecked people and it elevates their self esteem. Take away the crisis, take away their fuel to exist.
Some find it through allowing others to shit on them and take advantage of them. They don’t want to let others down or want to be liked or cannot say no, and keep on getting shit upon. This group and the last usually pal around alot. They usually have lower than Zero self esteem. (this would be my mother and mother in law. YAY for Shirley!)
And some protect themselves in sarcasm and humor. The fear of letting anyone in is greater than letting yourself be exposed. To see the real you, the you that you know is pathetic and a waste of anyone’s attention or too dark and scary for most pollyanna’s to deal with. Me. All counts. Yay! Which is why, again in my humble experience, the funniest people I have ever met are ones who have been through trauma and have endured.
It isn’t a problem for the above mentioned until they realize they cannot live like that anymore or they are afraid of turning into their mother/father/emotional wreck or it is a standard that was set by Mom/Dad/Whomever is insane to keep and because they have no time for themselves.
The hardest part of learning to get into the game of life is saying yes more often. Really. All it will cost you to say yes is a couple of hours of doing something new and maybe a few bucks. If you don’t like it, you will have tried. If you did, welllll, there you have it. It could lead to something new and fun or it could lead to a couple hours of learning that Scrapbooking/hunting/car shows/casinos/whatever is just not for you. There is always the Elks club to fall back on. 
When trying something new, I’ve found, always give yourself an out. For me, it is driving myself to whatever the clambake is and having my cellphone with me. I could pretend that I have a VM message and need tp pick up something from the pharmacy before it closes in a half hour. Since having kids, I can easily use them as my excuse. It is what parents do. " Oh, can’t come over. Jr. has a snotty nose. So sorry." Its the polite way to do the cut-direct in the new milleneum.
This advice comes to you from someone who use to be pretty shy and never had an example of outgoing personalities in her life. Things were depressed around Shirley’s house during those critical learning years. Going to bars, parties and whatnot was a social nightmare for me, not because of the drinking and smoking ok, it was because of that partially, hanging around a bunch of sober a-holes is barely endurable, liquer them up and it is a basic nightmare. Oh, and the music is too loud. I’ve always been 50. , because I was too insecure to enjoy it and usually got terrific headaches before the night really got interesting (the barfing. The popular girls’ crying jags. The jocks indescrimanantly yelling "Whooooo HOOOO " for no reason whatsoever.)
So I sheilded myself in jokes, sarcasm and cutting humor. Still do, but I’m learning how to let people in so that I can rip out their hearts and sacrifice it to Chluthu.
Remember these prosaic words:* We are all fucked in the head in some way.*
Here, have a donut.