for anyone who's ever been called "too sensitive" ...
"too sensitive" ... i've heard it all my life. and always, by people who are callous, cold, indifferent, cruel, or just plain apathetic. i never hear it from those who are aware, mindful, compassionate. but we can't always choose everyone who is going to be in our life ... and sometimes, the cruel and compassionate meet in the same person ... and you love the compassionate so much, you're willing to put up with the cruel. i choose.
"too sensitive" ... i'm willing to let my emotions flow over me like ocean waves ... the sand is pounded by the surf, it shifts and changes, but it is eternal ... such is my heart. i bend like a sapling tree in a hurricane, springing up wounded but whole after the last gust passes, while all around me lie the dried and broken branches of those who are not willing to bend.
"too sensitive" ... i can sit with my feelings ... i can invite them in, look them over ... i can choose not to let them in, keep them waiting ... i can throw them out the door, if i choose. fear and joy and anger and hope, they can all share the same table inside me. i choose.
"too sensitive" ... A.K.A. "tears don't move me" ... "i'm not buying it" ... "it's just crocodile tears" ... "why don't you calm down?" ... "that won't work with me" ... A.K.A. you are UNCOMFORTABLE with my willingness to experience my own emotions, and that's YOUR problem.
"too sensitive" ... i've just got to say this to the world: if you have ever told anyone "you're too sensitive" ... YOU ARE NOT SENSITIVE ENOUGH.
"too sensitive" ... i've heard it all my life. and always, by people who are callous, cold, indifferent, cruel, or just plain apathetic. i never hear it from those who are aware, mindful, compassionate. but we can't always choose everyone who is going to be in our life ... and sometimes, the cruel and compassionate meet in the same person ... and you love the compassionate so much, you're willing to put up with the cruel. i choose.
"too sensitive" ... i'm willing to let my emotions flow over me like ocean waves ... the sand is pounded by the surf, it shifts and changes, but it is eternal ... such is my heart. i bend like a sapling tree in a hurricane, springing up wounded but whole after the last gust passes, while all around me lie the dried and broken branches of those who are not willing to bend.
"too sensitive" ... i can sit with my feelings ... i can invite them in, look them over ... i can choose not to let them in, keep them waiting ... i can throw them out the door, if i choose. fear and joy and anger and hope, they can all share the same table inside me. i choose.
"too sensitive" ... A.K.A. "tears don't move me" ... "i'm not buying it" ... "it's just crocodile tears" ... "why don't you calm down?" ... "that won't work with me" ... A.K.A. you are UNCOMFORTABLE with my willingness to experience my own emotions, and that's YOUR problem.
"too sensitive" ... i've just got to say this to the world: if you have ever told anyone "you're too sensitive" ... YOU ARE NOT SENSITIVE ENOUGH.





anyway, in the meantime, we have this open thread, and the new Yahoo group starting up. (if a stalker shows up over there, we can IP ban them, not just their username. nifty feature!)
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