Escapists! I recently had a breakthrough, I think, in how I understand myself and my feelings. Normally this is something I would keep to myself, and maybe talk to just a few select friends about, but with some of those friends in danger of being mad to feel bad about it if I did share it, and since I am fairly interested in people's personal discoveries and epiphanies, I thought other people might be interested as well.
If you're not especially interested in emotion-related stuff, or hearing about other people sounding slightly miserable about their lives (but really I'm not, I promise, I just wanted to communicate a bit of the sensation involved with what I mention below), you'll probably want to turn back.
Also, if I sound like an ass, or you think I'm wrong, anything like that, feel free to say so. I'd hate to accidentally be being an ass without realizing it, and don't like to continue wrong thinking! (Also it's not terribly edited or anything, so I may miscommunicate myself.)
Anyway, without more ado, a personal epiphany:
One of the oddest feelings, for me, is the desire to be mad. I've never quite understood it, but there are times in my life where, considering a situation, I'm not angry, but wish I could be for once. Just once. I think I've finally realized why.
Typically, I don't get mad - or at least I don't get any sort of mad that I would label as such. I may get frustrated at times, and perhaps exasperated, but these are just emotions in the moment, and to me true anger is something you hold, keep with you, and act on. That's just not something I tend to do. Confronted with situations that ought to make me angry, I think, like getting canceled on for the 5th time of trying to hang out with a good friend when I needed to talk, like being forced to work late and corrected the mistakes of a group member in a project who really doesn't get it, or like not getting a chance to be what I want to be with the person I love. All of these are real things from my life, and all of them I just don't get angry about. Instead I understand. I nod, consider it, and I see where they are coming from. I know that my wishes don't supercede their own and shouldn't unless they want them to. And I'm happy with that.
But I wish I could get mad. Just one of those times. I used to think that I wanted to because to not get angry makes me feel like I'm some emotionless machine. Or maybe that it was because I felt that people might just not realize that I am affected by these things. But no, I think I realize what it is really about...
It feels like no one cares about me sometimes. Sure, they care enough to be friends, to talk sometimes, or listen, but it seems rare that someone truly cares, that some one takes a step out of their comfort zone to do something for me, that some one drops their wishes to persue mine - something I'd be glad to do for many of my friends any time. And, when I don't get angry, I want to be because it feels like I don't care either, and maybe once, just that once, it would feel like someone did.
Thanks for reading, those who did!
If you're not especially interested in emotion-related stuff, or hearing about other people sounding slightly miserable about their lives (but really I'm not, I promise, I just wanted to communicate a bit of the sensation involved with what I mention below), you'll probably want to turn back.
Also, if I sound like an ass, or you think I'm wrong, anything like that, feel free to say so. I'd hate to accidentally be being an ass without realizing it, and don't like to continue wrong thinking! (Also it's not terribly edited or anything, so I may miscommunicate myself.)
Anyway, without more ado, a personal epiphany:
One of the oddest feelings, for me, is the desire to be mad. I've never quite understood it, but there are times in my life where, considering a situation, I'm not angry, but wish I could be for once. Just once. I think I've finally realized why.
Typically, I don't get mad - or at least I don't get any sort of mad that I would label as such. I may get frustrated at times, and perhaps exasperated, but these are just emotions in the moment, and to me true anger is something you hold, keep with you, and act on. That's just not something I tend to do. Confronted with situations that ought to make me angry, I think, like getting canceled on for the 5th time of trying to hang out with a good friend when I needed to talk, like being forced to work late and corrected the mistakes of a group member in a project who really doesn't get it, or like not getting a chance to be what I want to be with the person I love. All of these are real things from my life, and all of them I just don't get angry about. Instead I understand. I nod, consider it, and I see where they are coming from. I know that my wishes don't supercede their own and shouldn't unless they want them to. And I'm happy with that.
But I wish I could get mad. Just one of those times. I used to think that I wanted to because to not get angry makes me feel like I'm some emotionless machine. Or maybe that it was because I felt that people might just not realize that I am affected by these things. But no, I think I realize what it is really about...
It feels like no one cares about me sometimes. Sure, they care enough to be friends, to talk sometimes, or listen, but it seems rare that someone truly cares, that some one takes a step out of their comfort zone to do something for me, that some one drops their wishes to persue mine - something I'd be glad to do for many of my friends any time. And, when I don't get angry, I want to be because it feels like I don't care either, and maybe once, just that once, it would feel like someone did.
Thanks for reading, those who did!