“Don’t be so sensitive” they say, “don’t be dramatic!” Words I am sick to death of hearing. The world has bought into the lie that sensitivity, feelings, emotions, are all a bad thing. We must all bury these things deep inside, and never reveal them, because they are frowned upon. Emotions are part of what makes us human. Therefore, being human is frowned upon. Being real in a sea of fake is unacceptable. They roll their eyes at you, tell you to man up, and dismiss you.
This gives the assholes of the world an advantage; they can be as a big of an asshole as they want, and your reaction is NOT their problem. When they purposely hurt you, they do not have to take responsibility for that. They tell you that you’re being “too sensitive,” placing the blame on you instead. They feel like their actions have no consequences, so long as they have a scape goat to shift the blame to. Except they are wrong; there are consequences. Only it will be too late when they are forced to face them. These are the people that burn their own bridges, yet they laugh at the bridge for burning like it’s the bridge’s fault. They trample the hearts of anyone who ever cared about them, yet they’re to blame for having a heart. They will get to the end of their rope someday, and when they do, they will turn around. They will search desperately for a bridge to lead them back, only to find them all burned and gone. They will search for the ones they love, but they are nowhere to be found. They got tired of their shit and walked a long time ago. And the only one to blame will be themselves, because there is nothing and no one else left to pin it on. Being an insensitive jerk doesn’t get you far in the end. You might get to the top by stepping on everyone else on the way up, but you will be completely and utterly alone when you get there.
By being a sensitive soul, you get blamed and trampled by the world’s assholes constantly. You are seen as “weak” and taken advantage of. People hurt you deeply, but that sensitivity allows you to turn that blood into beautiful art. You take the stones people throw at you and build with them. You see what they don’t see: what matters. You might cry harder, and hurt more, but you also love deeper and experience life to the fullest. Society has it all wrong when they tell us feelings are bad. Not all feelings are bad ones; love, joy, peace, gratitude, compassion, empathy and contentment are all pretty amazing if you ask me.
I would rather connect deeply with people than trample them. I would rather be the one who gets hurt than the one who does the hurting. I would rather be filled with love and compassion than fear and hate. I may feel pain deeply, but I also feel the joys of my life deeply. And that makes the pain worth it.
The ones who bury their emotions and ignore them, have a really hard time when they are forced to actually feel them. They are not used to feeling like we are are. It’s like a muscle: the more you use it, the stronger it gets. If it goes unused, it atrophies. And they say we are the weak ones.