Please, People... People, Please
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abbynicolefox
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Remember the thing you said to me twenty years ago that made me upset? No? Oh... well, that sucks.

Please, People... People, Please

Remember the thing you said to me twenty years ago that made me upset?

Except,

Except, you probably didn't know I was upset because I schooled my face into this perfect smile

Except, you probably didn't know I was upset because I schooled my face into this perfect smile then went home to stew about it for a decade?

No?

No? Oh.

No? Oh. Well, that sucks.

But I promise you I really am that ridiculous.

I still recall the time I was twenty-four and my friends got mad cause I said the West Coast was prettier than the East.

We argued, and I left, teary eyed and hurt...

...Never to forget.

Those emotions still resonate with me today whenever the memory pops up.

God, I'm so weird. So strange.

Over time I've learned to protect myself

To agree in order to not make waves.

But it hasn't always been so easy.

I feel things,

deeply.

Wish that I didn't...

Wish I could stop.

Who wants to be smooshy in an age of cement?

Tender under the stick of a pitchfork?

Once, after opening up to a friend about something personal,

Once, after opening up to a friend about something personal, she criticized my decisions, and I couldn't sleep for days.

I ruminated over what she'd said,

I ruminated over what she'd said, staring out my window into the night,

I ruminated over what she'd said, staring out my window into the night, hot tears falling down my face.

How could she say what she did?

How could she say what she did? Didn't she care?

How could she say what she did? Didn't she care? I'd never do that to her.

And why is that?

Well, it's cause I throw empathy around like Mother Teresa shaped glitter.

Try me. I can people please the shit out of any situation.

It's not healthy.

It's not healthy. Nope.

It's not healthy. Nope. Not one bit.

But there's a name for this condition.

I am a:

Highly

Sensitive

Person

And I get it. My "feelings" can be a lot. Not everyone understands this delicate "id" I've got deep down inside.

But I will listen for as long as you need, toss judgement to the curb, and care about your feelings as if they were my own.

And that's no minor feat!

To be honest, though,

I get tired of my own sentiment.

Slowly, though, I am learning to flit above the mess, high above the weight of anyone's expectation.

I'm me,

I'm me, and you're you.

I like me

I like me And I'd rather not care about whether or not you do, too.

So please, oh delicate overblown reaction,

So please, oh delicate overblown reaction, try and forget about that time you were wronged.

So please, oh delicate overblown reaction, try and forget about that time you were wronged. Move the hell on, you know?

You weren't the same you

And believe me, whoever it was that hurt you forgot about it a long time ago.

Peace ✌🏻

Peace ✌🏻 --and thanks for reading

Peace ✌🏻 --and thanks for reading .....if you got this far, give me a like 🤗

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