The thing is, we're all fighting. In one way or another. Fighting against, for, with someone, something. All the time. It's on your mind, right there on the surface or in the back of it.
It's been pretty crazy lately. For me. I still cannot believe this is actually happening. That this, the event we call life. It's so difficult to handle things, emotions sometimes. And I must tell you this, I'm not a person who loves to go around and tell other people everything that has happened to me or in my life so far. I admit it, it scares me, makes me feel uncomfortable to an extreme level when I talk about the worst events of this "so called" bigger event. It makes me feel vulnerable which I obviously don't want to feel in somebody else's presence. It's so stupid. It makes me feel weak all of a sudden.
Moreover, people go on judging you and acting different when they know something terrible has happened to you, right? They sympathize. Not everyone wants that. Hell, I guess no-one wants sympathy. They want acceptance. The way they are, it's a part of them. You have to accept them the way they are or just don't. They'll feel more than delighted that way. Trust me.
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Sharing a Part of Me
AcakI don't know what this really is and I'm not sure if I'll be adding anything to it either. It's an experience I had. Just that.
