Showing posts with label care. Show all posts
Showing posts with label care. Show all posts

Thursday, 19 February 2015

NUDES!

Sooo...I just want to start by apologising because this is not...technically about nudes.

Okay for those who are still here, firstly thank you, you make the world a better place.

This is more of a metaphorical nude, this is me being naked, butt naked. Honesty is what you will be receiving...see that? I'm stalling, that's what I do. I NEVER WANT TO TALK ABOUT FEELINGS. So I dance around it, I make jokes about myself, about others; I will do almost anything to not have to be weak and vulnerable around other people.

Like this can only be written, these words can not escape my lips, they quiver at the thought of it. My heart palpitates at the mere idea of bearing myself but no one knows this, you know why? because I have amazing people skills. I know how people think, feel I guess you could say that my empathy skills are on FLEEK (I sincerely apologise for using that word, like I said I am very uncomfortable right now so it is imperative that I make jokes).

Anyway! I guess what I do very well is listen to other people, it's funny because once you show a bit of genuine interest at someone else's story they get very excited, you see in their eyes because nowadays no one wants to listen to other people, everyone just wants to talk! And when they find someone who will listen, well they just might go on forever. I'm just that one weirdo who loves to listen because it means I don't have to talk about anything serious about myself. Because everyone is the main character of their own story and that's what a lot of people fail to acknowledge. Your problems are bigger than everyone else's problems because they are the only problems you know about and as far as you know, you are the only one who knows the feeling of this problem.

I spend a lot of time (probably a bit over what the average, healthy individual should, by a bit, I mean a lot) thinking about other people's stories, why they do what they do, what events in their lives caused them to make each decision they make and this makes people think that I am very emotionally open because I understand them. So if you think about it, people never take a step out of themselves, they always think of me, everything else and everyone else in relation to themselves so at the end of the day they still know nothing about me. 

So I guess I never share my problems because people don't care and why should they? They've got their own plot twists to attend to.

Wednesday, 12 February 2014

Fool me once, shame on you

Fool me twice, shame on me...

I think we can all agree that an important element of living is learning from mistakes and experiences. However, this for most people can sometimes prove difficult. Take me for example, to say that I have made a plethora of mistakes would be an understatement and that is how I justify not learning from them which subsequently results in me having to repeat life's torturous lessons. It's a vicious cycle.

I used to be an excellent player in the blame game (heck- I still am). I don't usually brag but you know what they say- "it ain't braggin' if it's true". I say this because I frequently make mistake and frequently, I would have to blame someone else to make myself feel better; blame is one vile thing no one hopes to possess. My victims can range from public transport, to my brother or even the universe. With practice came perfection, perfection to the extent that even I believed my own shit (Excusez mon français). I started to think in a way that led me to believe that nothing was ever my fault and because of this, I felt powerless, I felt like I had no control; I took the back seat in my own life while letting everyone and everything else call shotgun.

As I grew, I realised that mistakes began to cost me more, a lot more. I could pass on the blame, but the pain wouldn't budge.Opening up and letting the wrong people in is one mistake that I incessantly make, I don't know what it is that makes it so easy for others to hurt me and leave me. I certainly don't know what it is that make me care any more or even worse, what makes me continue to care and forgive those who wouldn't do the same for me.
"I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love."
                        -Mother Teresa