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People can be rather hurtful.
Or perhaps I should say - people's choices can and have and are hurting me. It makes me want to be angry, though I know losing my temper and lashing out won't help much.
Hugs help, and I have sought out more of them lately, but they don't solve the original source of pain. (They're just a temporary feeling that at least
somebody cares about me and my feelings.)
Sometimes I wish I could be numb, could cut out my heart so to speak; but then I consider that all feeling, even pain, is a sign that I am alive. Would I really want to be someone with a hard and untouchable heart? (The answer to that rhetorical question is "no".)
Sometimes the command to forgive "up to seventy times seven" gets a little wearisome to me. It feels like I've gone the extra mile and then some.
Most of you probably don't care much, and I guess complaining doesn't do much other than promote wallowing, but atm I seek even marginal sympathy. If nothing else, I hereby reach out with a missive of empathy to all else who have been or are similarly hurt.