mxwhtv wrote:It still takes me a very long time to openly express when I am hurting; I feel responsible and guilty for the pain it seems to cause those I share with or conversely I get frustrated with friends who either back off or give advice that does me no good, so what was the point? but I'm working on that.
Frankly, opening up and having people reveal they cannot handle it or cannot help is nice because those jackasses reveal themselves and you can stop wasting time with their company.
I am probably too bitter and too impatient, but I just don't have any time for people who are worthless in a time of intense and honest feelings.
I am not confident in my ability to emotionally release - for so long my weepy part of myself was attached to a little boy who cried when things seemed unfair and who cried out of a sense of self-entitlement. But thinking about unfairness and thinking about self-entitlement was going to get me killed because it kept me from developing my capability and improving my situation. So I had to kill that little boy before those feelings led to me killing myself - I did to that little boy what Jack the Ripper did to London prostitutes. But that little boy controlled my tears, so I lost the ability to cry. I think I am too cynical now - I feel it that the world is really monstrous and delights in the pain and the destruction of good. So one must be Stoic in the face of a disgusting world. I probably traded one kind of self-absorption with another kind, if I would volunteer in charities I would perceive a community of good people.
Err, I got off topic.
