So hey let's recount the last week, shall we? I got dumped, my boss returns with full force stupidity, a bunch of friends (and myself) went (or are going) through severe emotional trauma over a recent incident, and heartbreaks abound!
I did get a real sweet haircut that I can't stop talking about though. I AM STAYING POSITIVE. GO ME.
(That is semi-sarcasm.)
[ This post is brought to you by the fagatronics of life. ]
Before I go on, I just wanted to clarify that there are no hard feelings between Iping and I and we are still friends. Some people aren't suited for a long distance relationship and that's nothing against them, it's just how they are.
I have said time and time again that people need to be positive, secure, stable, and trustworthy to make an LDR work. If you are not those things, then it's just not for you. This doesn't make you a BAD person, as physical closeness is of course a significant factor in any relationship, it just means you're built a little differently from the way I am. (If it helps, people who can't make LDRs work tend to be more sensitive and show their feelings through gestures rather than words. As far as I know, I am neither of these things.)
But moving on; as it is, my personal problems tend to be the ones I focus on the least. This is solely because I am so good at managing my own emotions and taking care of myself. Ask anyone who's seen me since the breakup: bounced back and better than ever within 48 hours, positive attitude bubbling over. I mean, honestly, outside of bitching about work (which is a fixable problem that I am working on), there's little to complain about.
What prompts me to write this particular entry is the fact that one of the less appealing features of my personality is my severe "anger problem." I put those in quotes because quite frankly, I don't see it as a problem. Yes, I have little outbursts of rage that snap out of my mouth and lash right at the back of some poor little guy's head, but hey that is what he gets FOR GETTING IN MY WAY AS I GET OFF THE ELEVATOR JESUS CHRIST.
The thing is, I express my anger just as often as I express my happiness, my surprise, my fear, or my tears. It is perhaps the idea that anger is such a negative thing that makes people focus on that the most. (The fact that I have to contain it for 8 hours out of the day while at work might be a driving factor as well.) I doubt I feel anger more than any other emotion, it's just that its presentation is usually the most explosive and the most visible.
I do not like to hide what I am feeling, though of course I recognize when it is necessary. I believe that, for me, a frequent expression of emotion is not only healthy, but pretty much necessary. Why is that?
The reason is simple: I am incredibly empathic. It is just one of those things about myself that I recognize to be both a strength and a weakness, and I endeavor endlessly to ensure that it is a good thing while minimizing its ill effects.
This means that I am very capable of identifying with how someone else is feeling, internalize their emotions, and process them in my brain while looking through their eyes. I am not the BEST at this, but I am a damn sight better than most people I know.
At the same time, as I feel what I myself have a right to feel in day-to-day life, the sheer amount of emotion I contain inside myself is full to bursting. To avoid breakdowns, explosions, gratuitous acts of mindless violence, or moments of severe hyperactivity, my solution is to wear my emotions on my sleeve, letting them out in small to moderate bursts in order to prevent a meltdown of epic proportions.
Some people have pointed out that maybe I don't have to be so empathic when it comes to other people. Others have mentioned that by firing my anger off at someone, am I not caring what they think or feel of it, thereby making me a hypocrite?
The first question is easy to answer. I do it because I want to. I do it because it is what helps me understand the people around me and in so many ways it is also why I am so damned good at my job. I do it because I care, because in knowing how and why someone feels the way they do, I am able to help them should they need it—whether it is to help them see a solution to their problem, or to help them understand (or be understood by) someone else.
This particular need of mine (the need to be the person that people go to for help and advice, when asked, of course) has earned me an online nickname that explains the title of this post: "Dr. Phviv," a tongue-in-cheek mashup of the infamous, moustached, balding Dr. Phil and, of course, my beautifully hair-styled self.
It goes somewhat beyond the simple shoulder leaning; I offer not comfort, but understanding and solutions. You all know as well as I do that I am heavily opinionated (see Part 13), and that generally means I will always have something to say about one's situation. Still, I listen and try to speak only when asked to do so. I do not judge, I empathize, and put my advice in a form that they will understand. When it does come time for me to talk, my honest and upfront nature (as evidenced in pretty much every single one of these posts) is what has people believing that I am not saying what I'm saying to make them feel better. I'm saying what I'm saying to help them understand and solve a problem.
This is a part of myself that I refuse to give up; a part of myself that I recognize is fueled by my empathy, and I have accepted it and all its implications in the form of a necessary evil.
What about the second question, then? "...By firing my anger off at someone, am I not caring what they think or feel of it, thereby making me a hypocrite?"
This is one of those things that makes me wish I were a significantly better person, but then again I do realize that I am only human. I can't help everyone, and were I to sensitize myself to making sure I don't tread on any toes at all, I think I would lose a lot of my passion and character. There is no "magic personality" that makes someone the very best of the best. This, I recognize with a heavy heart, is a flaw that I do make an effort to minimize, but never to eliminate, as it is the cost of being someone I love being.
A lot of that thinking comes from the fact that while I am always willing to help (and give my all when doing so), I do pick and choose to whom I afford that privilege. Past experiences have taught me rather harshly that you cannot please everyone and, perhaps most importantly, that going all out for just anyone will only have you end up a heavily trodden doormat.
Rather than seal myself off to people who might hurt me, I simply scare the weak ones away, keeping the stronger ones, the ones who know who I really am, by my side. It is for these people that I will do absolutely anything for; they need only ask.
Natural selection, if you will. To be fair, though, I am almost always nice at the outset and I am so good at making a good first impression if I wanted to do so. I just quickly turn into a bit of a bitch and then switch back to sugarcoated goodness when I think the receiving party has had enough.
I will help as many people as I can, but I can't help everyone. It helps that people know they can come to me without even asking, because with the people I like or am close to, I am so very open with them about my thoughts and feelings that they know they can be just as open with me. I am honest and upfront with them, so they know they can be the same way with me without fearing any negative repercussions. If you see me in this light, then it means I like you, because I have shown you that side of me.
Call me a hypocrite or something synonymous if you like, but I will have you know that I have helped so many little girls and boys find their parents while lost in a supermarket or mall or store simply because I wanted to. And because if I didn't, no one else was going to do it.
Knowing that I am a nice person at heart, that I am a nice person a hell of a lot more often than I am a mean one, is what makes me glad that I have come to terms with both the very best and the very worst of myself. The people who think I am mean more than I am nice are, quite frankly, perhaps the kind of people whose opinion I don't particularly value, so hey, why the hell should they have any kind of impact on my self-image?
If you are reading this, rest assured that you are one of those people I would be there for, no questions asked, if you needed me. It doesn't even matter how well you think you know me; more often than not, if you find me approachable and want to talk to me, then that means that I am more than willing to talk to you, no matter the topic. There's very little we can talk about nowadays that will freak me out, and I will never, ever judge you. Trust me. I am here for you.
You know where to find me if you need me.
TL;DR: Dammit you SE++ fags (Javen and Sil I am looking at you dudes so hard right now) it's not THAT long you lazy bastards! (Oh ok I actually I just scrolled up and it IS pretty long but it is me being soft and squishy and everyone loves THAT right, RIGHT?)
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