Envious of the drama
Sometimes, I feel like I'm just not getting it. I suspect I'm emotionally stunted, since everybody else's feelings seem to be stronger than mine. Loved ones who've passed away, living far from one's family: it doesn't hit me as hard as it seems to hit other people. I'm just okay.
Now, don't get me wrong, I'm grateful for this (most of the time). I love the fact that my emotional state goes from kinda sad to quite glad rather than ridiculously depressed to unbelievably happy. But sometimes I'd like to get the emotional highs. I'd like to feel like I'm King of the world, or to cry my eyes out because my aunt died rather than feel wistful and eventually blog about it.
I tried to blame it on my friends being American (and thus more openly emotional than us Europeans), but as it turns out, my Norwegian friends feel a lot more than me too. They cry about people who died years ago, or go to the funerals of people they only knew in high-school. I think I might just be missing the point. Not getting it. And sometimes, not getting it sucks.
(Yes, I'm annoyed that I seem to be the only one who's not the least bit excited about Easter.)
Now, don't get me wrong, I'm grateful for this (most of the time). I love the fact that my emotional state goes from kinda sad to quite glad rather than ridiculously depressed to unbelievably happy. But sometimes I'd like to get the emotional highs. I'd like to feel like I'm King of the world, or to cry my eyes out because my aunt died rather than feel wistful and eventually blog about it.
I tried to blame it on my friends being American (and thus more openly emotional than us Europeans), but as it turns out, my Norwegian friends feel a lot more than me too. They cry about people who died years ago, or go to the funerals of people they only knew in high-school. I think I might just be missing the point. Not getting it. And sometimes, not getting it sucks.
(Yes, I'm annoyed that I seem to be the only one who's not the least bit excited about Easter.)