Oh, Piss It
I hate being a sensitive person because it is a crap weakness. So what? Things not going your way, a casual remark goes astray, big fat furry deal, right? Probably. But I'm one of those people who usually takes the casual remarks to heart. And now the loveliness has dulled to a used copper penny.
posted by Kathryn @ 9:15 PM
5 Comments:
I want to ask who said what to who, but I'm guessing that because you haven't said, you'd rather not say.
I feel your pain, Kathryn.
Sensitivity's a double-edged sword though, I guess. Sometimes painful for the sensitive person - but almost always wonderful for the sensitive person's friends and loved ones.
Bingo, quick. An email is on the way. :)
Wendy, being sensitive is my life's burden, it seems (also being dramatic at times). If only I had the sensitivity of a rock instead of jelly. I fear I would be just as miserable that way, too. Thank you for your kind words. They are appreciated.
At least you're being honest about your sensitivity! I meet too many people who put on an act of hard-coreness for the public but are reduced to tears whilst watching 'The Lion King'. Go figure!
Haha. I know what you're talking about. Like 'shut up, I don't cry, yeah?' as they're shedding a tear and sniffling into a hankie. I mean, for chrissakes, dude. It's only a papercut.
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