May 11, 2016
My friends know me so well ❤️
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My friends know me so well ❤️
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Parenting about pain
Growing up as a young male, whenever I was in pain, my dad usually told me to "suck it up" or "man up". Now as a college goer with a sprained knee, I see that what he meant to say would have been along the lines of "the world doesn't wait for you while your pain heals, you just have to move on with life". The words he used, however, seemed to invalidate my pain at the time. It made me feel like I wasn't good enough, or that a real person, a real man, didn't feel pain. But that isn't right to do. If I ever have the privilege of being a parent, especially of a young man, I want to strive to impart the wisdom and lessons I have learned without invalidating his/her/they're emotions/feelings/sensations. Oh. And the dad jokes. I want to master the dad jokes.
When you need to concentrate during a meeting, so you doodle
Sometimes I just stop texting people altogether because I fee like I text them too much and/or i get tired of always starting the conversation. So I assume if my friends want to chat with me or be around me or get food, if they value me at all, they will make an effort to get in contact. But it never happens as I might home. No one else ever texts first. No one else seems to care. Or maybe I'm just a horrible person and end up perpetuating the gap in the friendship myself.
First time I've cried in months
At times I feel as though no one should have to deal with being friends with me, and that it's probably good for everyone that no one is so close to me to realize how broken I am inside. That my pain could put stress on their lives. I put on a mask until I'm to tired to hold it up any longer. So usually I break down at night.
It's unfortunate how, for some, the more people who are around, the lonelier they are.
They say that if you stop looking for it, love will find you. But that doesn't help those who can't stop keeping their eyes open to the possibilities and hoping that love is around the corner.