Hurt and confused...
Just got back from lunch where I had an unpleasant surprise.
I'm a naturally reserved person, it's hard for me to make lots and lots of friends and this recently led to some misunderstandings between me and a close friend here at school. I had known her before we went to college but we've gotten to know each other better this year than all the year I knew her previously combined. Anyway, after a few tense conversations, some tears and laughter, we made up. One of the problems she confronted me with was that I (unknowingly) made her feel belittled and unimportant. Of course, I apologized and gave her permission to slap me around the next time I did it. But today, she made a comment that I had been hearing on and off but never really thought about until now. In not so many words, she made fun of me for not liking particularly graphic scenes in movies (violence, not sex). I got nightmares easily as a child so I grew up with the tendency to stay away from that kind of "stuff." Now, I feel that I don't want gruesome images in my mind no matter how important they are to the plot of a movie. Is my life somehow unfulfilled because I refuse to watch blood and gore? Does it make me less of a college student because I close my eyes tightly when there is something I don't want to see? Perhaps I'm in the minority but I'm still a person, I can feel hurt just like anyone else.
I'm a naturally reserved person, it's hard for me to make lots and lots of friends and this recently led to some misunderstandings between me and a close friend here at school. I had known her before we went to college but we've gotten to know each other better this year than all the year I knew her previously combined. Anyway, after a few tense conversations, some tears and laughter, we made up. One of the problems she confronted me with was that I (unknowingly) made her feel belittled and unimportant. Of course, I apologized and gave her permission to slap me around the next time I did it. But today, she made a comment that I had been hearing on and off but never really thought about until now. In not so many words, she made fun of me for not liking particularly graphic scenes in movies (violence, not sex). I got nightmares easily as a child so I grew up with the tendency to stay away from that kind of "stuff." Now, I feel that I don't want gruesome images in my mind no matter how important they are to the plot of a movie. Is my life somehow unfulfilled because I refuse to watch blood and gore? Does it make me less of a college student because I close my eyes tightly when there is something I don't want to see? Perhaps I'm in the minority but I'm still a person, I can feel hurt just like anyone else.