Triggers

Someone said something to me a few days ago that upset me. Even as the feelings spiraled, I knew I was overreacting. Knowing this didn’t stop me from feeling hurt and disappointed; It didn’t stop me from believing that the person had lied to me simply to get me to do something.

Since the depth of the hurt was inconsistent with the person’s actions I knew there was something else going on. I explored the feelings until I got to the root of the problem.

I realized, at last, that this incident reminded me of all the times in the past that all too sweet voice tricked me into doing its bidding. A voice that seemed full of kindness and affection, but the sweetness came with a price.

Good night dear void.

Confessions

* I once bought a desk just because it reminded me of the desk that I imagined a character that I loved might have owned. I sometimes put my hand on the surface of the desk when I walk by and whisper "hello" to him. This makes me smile...

* I read the ends of books first but if I really love a book - I will leave two pages towards the end unread so that I don't ever have to finish reading it...


Good night dear void.

Mountains Or Pebbles ?

Your Perspective on life

determines if the rocks you face

are pebbles or mountains
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