Broken People

During the course of our lives, we constantly use the word broken for inanimate objects. “My toaster is broken.” “I pulled the blinds shut but they were broken.” “I went to fry an egg but the yoke was broken.”

As fitting as it may be, we seldom use this word for people, even though every one of us personally knows someone who is. They themselves at some point of their lives came to the realization they’re broken also.

They’re sometimes referred to in a clinical sense as bipolar, dysfunctional, antisocial, clinically depressed, chemically dependent, and given a host of medications with names most could never pronounce, let alone be gifted enough to spell. In short, they are just plain broken.

You don’t need formal training to spot a broken person. They will always start a sentence with, “I” and use phrases such as, “I will start tomorrow,” knowing all too well they will repeat the same thing that caused them an enormous amount of grief time in and time out, sometimes for decades.

“I will stop tomorrow,” this one fits nicely for a life threatening vice. In all likelihood the doctor doesn’t know what he is talking about anyway, and the person nodding out next to you assured you they have been shooting junk with Johnny pump-water for years and they’re in the best of health.

“It was not my fault,” because whatever the situation may be someone else instigated it. If your truly broken, no one else even has to be involved because inventing people shows you are that much more broken.

“I have been like this since I was a kid”  and ___, happened this last one is reserved for the truly professional broken person.