People think I crib too much, worry too much, complain too much.
How do I explain to them that I used to be a carefree, cheerful, not-a-worry-in-the-world girl who saw the world with rose-tinted glasses.
How do I make them understand that when I was like that, I had to become like this when the world was pulled out from under my feet; when the rose-tinted glasses shattered into a million pieces.
How do I explain to them why I am what I am, how I became what I am.
How do I make them realize that this is not what I wanted to be, ever.
How do I make see that this is a defense mechanism that I have built over the years to prevent getting any more unpleasant surprises.
How do I convince them that if you anticipate the worst and then getting something that’s not so bad, you are actually protecting yourself from the hurt of getting the worst.
How do I convey that if you have been hurt so badly, that you almost shattered, and you are still putting the pieces together, then one more tiny issue also feels like all that you put together is all going to fall apart all over again.
I don’t.
I can’t.
They won’t understand.
They can’t.
Until next time…
8 comments:
Cutie, you're stronger than that! Take a deep breath, relax and if you're still uneasy, treat yourself to some awesome chocolate and then sleep on it!
gimme a huuggggg..... :(
Aww...
*Bear Hugs!*
sigh...danke... :)
You guys should write more often...I love the commentary that follows!
:)
Theres no excuse for being cribby and complainy and one event definitely does not bestow on us any right to continue to feel sorry for ourselves eternally.
If you don't get over it, people get tired of you. You have to move on.
I've learnt the hard way ;)
yes, i agree. i am learning it the hard way too..miss u!
miss you too :(
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