Apparently, since I am me and I am where I am at this point in my life, feeling any emotion at all is good, even if it's acute frustration because people just don't get it. And by it, I mean me.
Now, I realize that "getting me" is a fairly tall order; I'm not stupid, I know that there are very few people in the world who are even capable of a basic understanding of how my brain works. That being said, I really wish that certain people would use whatever common sense God gave them and realize that, just because I said that I'm having a bad week, does not mean I want to talk about it.
In fact, let me just put this all out here for the world to see and--hopefully--get through its thick head.
When I blog, everything I put in here is put here because I don't want to talk about it. In some cases, I don't want to talk about anything. Not me, not my problems, not your problems, not politics (okay, I never want to talk about politics), not the drama of what's-her-face and her boyfriend and the huge fight they had in the middle of the quad...
Some days, I don't want to talk. And I find that to be perfectly acceptable because I'm not bottling it up inside. I'm putting it all in my blog, where it belongs. Because I'm coping. That's the whole point of this venture, me documenting the ups and downs of my life while I try to put all the annoying jigsaw puzzle pieces back together so it actually looks like my life instead of a huge broken mess.
While I'm still fairly frustrated, I'd also like to point out one other thing: people need to realize they are not super heroes. I know that the big movie craze right now is all about ordinary people suddenly realizing they have the power to right the world's wrongs and make everything better, but let's be honest here: in reality, that doesn't happen. It sucks, but it's true. You can't help everyone. Sometimes, there isn't anything TO help. Like, oh, say ME, for instance.
My problems are just that, my problems. I'm not saying that I can't be helped, but I am saying that there are times when other people can't help. Sadly, I have two friends who have what I have deemed as "Superman-Syndrome"; if I try to tell them what's going on, they immediately start asking how they can help. And yes, I know that is incredibly nice, and I'm so lucky to have friends who want to help, but that's not the point here. The point is that you can't solve the world's problems, and you really can't solve mine. Less sadly, one of my friends has realized that she can't solve all my problems for me, at least not the big ones. So, for now, she's just trying to help me figure out how I can get some sleep.
The other one....him I kinda really want to strangle.
Well, now that I've said at least three times as much as I was planning on saying when I started, I'm gonna get to work on that sleep thing.
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