i can take your problems away with a nod and a wave...
whatever jumble of words and punctuation you'd like to use, go ahead.
it's not going to change my opinion. and it's not going to change the truth. that i actually know.
and you don't.
so how about you stop acting like you do?
or, how about you stop acting like you have no clue that there's anything wrong?
that'd be a fun one.
so for the next twenty years, i'll try to tell them that everything's okay.
i've never actually done it.
people like to assume, and jump to their own conclusions.
when i actually am okay, i'm told i'm not. i'm told that i'm blocking something out and avoiding feeling anything.
i don't know if that's true. it could be. but what i do know is that when i let myself sit through it all, when i let myself feel everything for myself, i feel everything for everyone else.
i'm sick of carrying other people's burdens.
by lifting their worry or uncertainty from them, i'm adding it to my own.
they don't want to hurt me. they're not doing it on purpose, i know.
they're actually not doing anything at all.
it's all me. this isn't sarcasm. it's all me. i know that it is.
i live off of other people's emotions.
it's not in a leech-like sort of fashion.
no. i don't suck them dry of feeling anything. i'm not a parasite.
it's called commensalism.
i use the second party for something of my own benefit, such as shelter or transportation. the second party is merely exposed to my presence. i do not affect them in such a way that they would be harmed by this relationship.
i didn't look that up, by the way.
i know that crap.
i know how i function, despite how disgusting it is.
lucky me, huh?
it's not going to change my opinion. and it's not going to change the truth. that i actually know.
and you don't.
so how about you stop acting like you do?
or, how about you stop acting like you have no clue that there's anything wrong?
that'd be a fun one.
so for the next twenty years, i'll try to tell them that everything's okay.
i've never actually done it.
people like to assume, and jump to their own conclusions.
when i actually am okay, i'm told i'm not. i'm told that i'm blocking something out and avoiding feeling anything.
i don't know if that's true. it could be. but what i do know is that when i let myself sit through it all, when i let myself feel everything for myself, i feel everything for everyone else.
i'm sick of carrying other people's burdens.
by lifting their worry or uncertainty from them, i'm adding it to my own.
they don't want to hurt me. they're not doing it on purpose, i know.
they're actually not doing anything at all.
it's all me. this isn't sarcasm. it's all me. i know that it is.
i live off of other people's emotions.
it's not in a leech-like sort of fashion.
no. i don't suck them dry of feeling anything. i'm not a parasite.
it's called commensalism.
i use the second party for something of my own benefit, such as shelter or transportation. the second party is merely exposed to my presence. i do not affect them in such a way that they would be harmed by this relationship.
i didn't look that up, by the way.
i know that crap.
i know how i function, despite how disgusting it is.
lucky me, huh?