now, i know, we all need a little tenderness
and i know it’s a sign that i’m damaged somehow that i can’t find it in me to deal with them
but overly emotional people really do annoy me.
let me clarify, i don’t have a problem with a person that has issues, and one of my favourite things to do is to sit with people and talk it out with them and play part-time shrink.
i learn a lot by going through things with friends and even random strangers whose business i just start nuffing up in.
I love that.
but what i cannot take are the snivellers, the “woe is me-ers” the “life is too hard i’m gonna kill myself” bb status messagers <–this always elicit a “dweet den nuh” from me. and then i feel like a bad person
But me cyaan tek it.
because, in my mind, the energy you’re spending working yourself into a frenzy and letting the whole world know you’re in the verge of mental collapse, could be spent trying to fix whatever is bothering you.
maybe i’m just tired, or busy digging through my own mind
but if summn wrong, fix it. don’t whine about it forever.
blow up at somebody. bawl. read a self help book. google inspirational words, hell…google porn and use it as a way to pass the time. but take action
don’t just emote emote emote and den siddung so and wait fi yu own demons swallow yu up
yu have to fight
and if you don’t have the inclination to fight…there’s nothing i can do for you
i used to be different, there was a time when i would strap a person to my back and carry them. and, if someone really needs me to do that for them, i’m sure i can still dig it up somewhere.
But i can tell you from experience, it doesn’t spell sense. You end up tired and unwilling to give anymore (exhibit A, me!) and the other person really will not be better until they decide to be (and then they will carry themselves)
so decide to be. try something. stop wishing and wanting and hoping and needing and start trying.
try to accept what’s happening
try to see what you want to happen
then try as much as you can to make it happen
and if that fails
try the accepting again and rinse and repeat
long ass twitter melt downs will not fox you
nor will ‘boy who cried wolf’ style suicide threats.
sitting with yourself and wiggling around in your own skin and finding a comfortable fit will
maybe it’s because i was raised with all boys, but i don’t have time for the pity ting. I get depressed and miserable like everybody else, but i don’t just stay there. so you don’t either.