Once upon a time there was Marina. Not exactly young, but not exactly old either. She’s not an eye-catching beauty, but you can’t call her ugly either. Not exactly fat, but not skinny at all. Ordinary, in general. And then Marin’s water tap broke. It's leaking, that is. Water is dripping from the tap and you can’t stop it. Marina tightens the valves, puts rags in, but it doesn’t help. Marina, of course, goes online. Searches for “plumbing forum”, “plumber help” and “how to fix a faucet”. He comes in and writes: so, so, citizens, the faucet is leaking. And he begins to read what they will answer. And they answer a lot. The first to activate were girls like Marina, girls with leaking taps. “Sunny”, “Ordinary Me”, “Elena777” responded, and others followed suit. So they write directly: what a great guy you are, Marina! Your faucet is leaking, and you write about it so simply and boldly, I couldn’t! Be patient, they say. You are strong, you can handle it! There will still be bright days and years in your life, when the faucet will not flow, when you will not hear the beating of drops on the sink... “Sunny” also wrote that Marina is not to blame for anything, that these faucets are crap now, and everyone who does, are generally assholes, as she has been convinced of from her own experience many times. So let Marina not feel guilty. Marina reads all this, and it seems pleasant, and I want to listen more and more, but how to fix the faucet is still unclear... “Elena777” gave a lot of valuable advice. And how to lay a rag evenly, and how to tighten the valve, and how to wrap the faucet with electrical tape, and when you need to wash your hands, unwind it. Marina treated her with respect: it’s immediately clear that the lady is experienced, wise, and wants to help... True, she was a little tensed by the fact that “Elena777” in the next thread herself created three topics “What should I do if the well is far away”, from reading which made it clear to Marina that Elena herself does not have a tap at all, but she lives in a private house, and carries water from a well with a rocker... There were, as always, a couple of angry ones: why, they say, are you foolish? There is no such thing as plumbing, all plumbers are charlatans, and how to fix a faucet is pseudoscience. You need to get dirty less, they say, and you won’t need a faucet...Then the plumbers showed up. At first, Marina really liked those who wrote that they valued her, understood her, and sympathized with her. In general, very few people in her life told her this: her mother was strict, her father was not there... And then bam! - it turns out that it’s nice to just hear that someone needs you and your faucet in this life... One plumber actually left a lot of text. You, Marina says, need support and acceptance: do you want me to stay with you all the time while your tap is flowing? You need to speak out on this topic: I am ready to listen to you and share your feelings. How does it flow for you, how much? And what do you, he says, feel when you hear this slow “drip”, “drip”?.. Anxiety? Sadness? Fear? At first, Marina was drawn into this conversation and answered a lot, in detail: but on the third day, doubt took hold of her. Firstly, she didn’t understand how this plumber differs from “Sunny” and “Ordinary Me”, except for the inscription “Plumber” in her profile, if she says everything the same... Secondly, time passes, but the tap is flowing , and although it is nice to listen to kind words of acceptance, soon the neighbors below may come for an unpleasant conversation... Many plumbers asked Marina what she herself thought about the tap, why was it leaking? I don’t know, says Marina, I would like to fix the tap, and they say again: maybe you have some childhood memories of this? Did mom and dad's faucet leak? Mom doesn’t seem to have one, says Marina, but dad’s apparently leaked a lot, since he and mom separated, but how can I fix mine? Take your time, they say, tell me yourself: what condition is the gasket there, in your opinion? Oh, I don’t know, Marina is almost screaming, I don’t even understand what a gasket is and where it is located!.. In a word, it turned out to be not such a simple matter... But then, on the third or fourth day, after flipping through my entire correspondence, she suddenly discovered a couple of lines that one wrote to her on the very first day?