Everyone seems to come to me for their own problems. To hear the advice, to hear some comfort, to feel something or just hear the truth. When I need the chance to share, it seems as if I try and then it goes back to everyone else, and its back to the first place I started, in the chair as the listener.
Problem: What is the problem? The problem? Is that I have a problem and everyone else has a problem that they would find much more interesting. Thats the problem. And when I try to talk about it, I just get shushed. I get eyes rolled at. I get pushed away.
Humans love to talk about themselves, their lives, their problems. I am tired though, always just emotionally drained by everybody else and then to top them off arguments and nagging. Like honestly? I just give me a break. Problems. I have them as well.
Maybe that is why I was so insisting on becoming some therapist, because I would just rather be some listener who sits there nodding away then the talker, who has to open up every door to their inner selves. I rather not expose myself and have people tell their stories, because I know when I walk out, I will just have my own to think about and keep it to.
*Sigh* this sigh of desperation, this sigh of giving up! I GIVE UP JUST TAKE ME PLEASE! I don’t know what to do anymore, where is my little white flag when I need it?
It seems as if everything is planned, for us; not I, not my plans. I have no say do I? Always being hushed.
Anyways, I am done complaining. Not like it even mattered I bet you stopped reading this half way and thought “what a whiny little bitch” yup, that is probably what you are thinking, but do not judge me on just wanting to vent a little. I am only human after all not a little super soldier.