I realized today that when you try to make someone else feel better, your own hurt and pain just becomes forgotten. Which might seem like it’s good but really it isn’t. It’s like a residue which still remains. It becomes insignificant and unimportant. But it’s like sediment which then begins to build up. And you feel mucky. You can’t let go of it. It’s like a bog, and you start sinking. Slowly.
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It isn't always like that, y'know. Sometimes you don't forget your own hurt and pain in your efforts to make someone else feel better. Sometimes you still feel it - every bit of it - even as you try to make that someone else feel better. You're still in pain, still hurting, but you have to make that someone feel better - at that very moment, with all your pain and hurt. Simply because that someone means more to you. And that person's hurt and pain, hurts you more and makes it all unbearable.
I make no sense.
You make sense.
More than you know.
But what after you've made that person feel better?
The residue remains.
But it just seems so out of place to talk about your own pain.
Actually, I make no sense.
What makes you think you talk of your own pain after you make that person feel better? After all, what if it hurts the person to know you're in pain? So you just keep shut and put up a smile. Yes, the residue keeps growing. And yet, even if it is unbearable, you keep wanting to make that person feel better.
You do make sense. And now that I think about it, I did too.
YAY!! We make sense.
We're such a bunch of losers aren't we?
At least I have a Piglet for company.
Just as long as it doesn't turn to pork.
I don't eat pork.
If that's any comfort?
this blog makes no sense at all and lots of sense at the same time. i like it. both the blog and the subject.
i'm not going to say anything more.
Whatever.
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