Pain!
I just had an interesting thought.
What is it with people holding their pain in such high regard? I mean, we all do it, myself included... but seriously, the way we go on about it, it's like it's a closet privilege.
I don't mean we're all drama kings/ queens in the sense we can't shut up about it so end up wallowing in our own self-pity. But for example 'finding that special someone' seems to have a fair amount of space allocated to 'sharing our deepest fears/ miseries/ hurts'. Not only does the person sharing feel wonderful about finding someone to share the whole ordeal, but the person receiving feels 'special' to partake in such knowledge.
Now I know the obvious reasons as to why this is [read: I'm not as silly as I might look]. However, I just thought the concept of our pain and the way we dismiss it to 'special people', as if it were a 'special thing', as an interesting one.
Pain's totally been put on a pedestal ;).
What is it with people holding their pain in such high regard? I mean, we all do it, myself included... but seriously, the way we go on about it, it's like it's a closet privilege.
I don't mean we're all drama kings/ queens in the sense we can't shut up about it so end up wallowing in our own self-pity. But for example 'finding that special someone' seems to have a fair amount of space allocated to 'sharing our deepest fears/ miseries/ hurts'. Not only does the person sharing feel wonderful about finding someone to share the whole ordeal, but the person receiving feels 'special' to partake in such knowledge.
Now I know the obvious reasons as to why this is [read: I'm not as silly as I might look]. However, I just thought the concept of our pain and the way we dismiss it to 'special people', as if it were a 'special thing', as an interesting one.
Pain's totally been put on a pedestal ;).