search soleil (
searchsoleil) wrote2006-09-16 07:31 pm
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Ask me why and I'll spit in your eye!
This is why I am neurotic, in a nutshell, but it's bothering me and I need to talk about it somewhere.
When something someone/I said embarrasses me greatly, I am rendered dumb in all forms of dignified damage control. Usually, I will start babbling or flailing in an attempt to disarm and distract so that I can make a quick exit to the bathroom for a quick cry/panic attack. Unfortunately, as I make the getaway, the moment for a proper reply disappears and no matter how much I want to punch the person/apologize to the victim I cannot find the courage to bring it up and resolve the issue once and for all. Then, it's like a tiny splinter on the bottom of my foot. It pokes me at odd moments and won't seem to come out no matter how much time I spend trying to extract it.
Someone very recently said something to me that at once sent me into a blind panic and enraged me to the point of incoherency. Of course, I was too busy flailing to take care of it in a way that I'd be able to live with. Of course, I have been itching to just talk to that person, but, no matter how much I want to tell that person what they said hurt me/made me angry/betrayed my trust in them, that person is not around right now and the more time separates me from the incident the less I feel comfortable bringing it up again.
The problem is, I'm still stuck with the splinter.
I make efforts to appear like a well-adjusted member of society in front of people I respect and admire. This is very much a front, but that does not change the fact that is is my choice to keep people who I don't trust to understand my weirdness in the dark about just how weird I am. People that I have trusted with those sides of me have no right to announce them to large groups of people. The fact that someone I call a friend would even think of doing that, knowing that it would really embarrass me, hurt and angered me in a way that I have trouble voicing.
And that's my catharsis for the week. *ducks away to distract herself with pretty manga chapters*
When something someone/I said embarrasses me greatly, I am rendered dumb in all forms of dignified damage control. Usually, I will start babbling or flailing in an attempt to disarm and distract so that I can make a quick exit to the bathroom for a quick cry/panic attack. Unfortunately, as I make the getaway, the moment for a proper reply disappears and no matter how much I want to punch the person/apologize to the victim I cannot find the courage to bring it up and resolve the issue once and for all. Then, it's like a tiny splinter on the bottom of my foot. It pokes me at odd moments and won't seem to come out no matter how much time I spend trying to extract it.
Someone very recently said something to me that at once sent me into a blind panic and enraged me to the point of incoherency. Of course, I was too busy flailing to take care of it in a way that I'd be able to live with. Of course, I have been itching to just talk to that person, but, no matter how much I want to tell that person what they said hurt me/made me angry/betrayed my trust in them, that person is not around right now and the more time separates me from the incident the less I feel comfortable bringing it up again.
The problem is, I'm still stuck with the splinter.
I make efforts to appear like a well-adjusted member of society in front of people I respect and admire. This is very much a front, but that does not change the fact that is is my choice to keep people who I don't trust to understand my weirdness in the dark about just how weird I am. People that I have trusted with those sides of me have no right to announce them to large groups of people. The fact that someone I call a friend would even think of doing that, knowing that it would really embarrass me, hurt and angered me in a way that I have trouble voicing.
And that's my catharsis for the week. *ducks away to distract herself with pretty manga chapters*
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I'm a nut, too.
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Yes, you are. :D