Sometimes it’s hard to say “now the tables have turned” especially when that is just your reason you are doing something irrational. Unfair as it may sound, but hey. Life’s not fair.
What’s harder though is expecting others to approach certain situations the way you do. What’s harder than harder is expecting others to understand how you feel, without you venting out those emotions.
I don’t like confrontations. I don’t like opening up about my problems, too. I just don’t like talking about things that bother me. It’s like adding insult to injury. It’s not hearing my problems all over again that scares me, it’s the feeling that you need to explain your feelings to others for them to understand you. I just don’t want to sound like I’m begging for sympathy. People who open up their problems to others don’t need sympathy, I tell you. Plus I want to spare everyone from my troubles. (but I really don’t mind others sharing their problems with me. Seriously)
I also don’t like explaining my actions. I just want everyone to just live by with ‘I just did that because I want to” explanation then back to business because we do some things just for the heck of doing it. (Hey, I just explained one. Bummer). Nobody really NEEDS other’s explanations, they just WANT it for whatever purpose it may serve them.
No matter how much we want to tell ourselves (and others, for that matter) that we enjoy being alone or we find comfort on the safety of our lonesomeness, we still need others. Especially their compassion. We were born social animals, remember?
There are bad days when you just want, nay, need to be understood. Those days when evaluating your self just won’t do the trick. The days when talking to yourself which borders to being schizophrenic and bipolar won’t make you feel any better.
Everybody does something wrong at some point. And everybody needs redemption.
It is hardest to deal with one’s personal shortcomings. We can’t get what we can’t give but sometimes it is hard to tell that to ourselves. And sometimes it is hard not to expect.
We make ghosts that we can’t deal with and we can’t help but blame; others blame themselves while others blame others.
We always have something to regret about. That’s why I am not inspired by those fakers who say they never regret anything. Liars.
Everybody feels down every once in a while. Even the happiest people you know feels bad some times. It just differs on how one handles his emotions, on how you look at your troubles.
Being vulnerable is not such a bad thing. Though some are not comfortable showing it.
Being sad sucks.
It is happy being sad.