Showing posts with label emotion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label emotion. Show all posts

Sunday, November 23, 2008

Espeonic Tales: Split

Update here, more because Skype is fairly empty today. Anyways, this might be a little depressing (as I think I'm a little depressed), and I might not make much sense, but oh well...

First of all, I'd like to start out with the fact that I don't believe myself to be psychic in any sense of the word. I think FD has said that he suspected or something when he first met me, and has made references since to things. All the same, I don't /feel/ psychic. None of those echos in large crowds or whatever he's spoken of before.

That said, I do seem unusally sensitive to emotion, despite my attempts to not care about things. Now, not people's feelings, per se, as I can be quite selfish sometimes,but their literal expression of emotions. This friday I found myself in the situation of having another less-than-great report card. I was in trouble, of course, but my punishment is relatively light by most standards. Even so, even though my parents barely raised their voice, I felt absolutely miserable. 

Now, that's probably not all that out of the ordinary, but it's more than just that. Even when that negative emotion isn't directed at me, I feel so... nervous?  Uncomfortable? Anxious? Annoyed? I'm not even sure, but it's definitely not fun. Whenever my dad gets upset over politics at the fire house, I feel it, but I really couldn't care less about politics at the fire department. My dad just hurt something. I didn't even see, as it was in the room across the hall, but I felt close to tears until he went downstairs. Now, some of that could very well be a mixture of stress over my homework and tiredness, but... it seems so extreme.

Now, why am I writing this? I'm not entirely sure. Maybe just to try and work out my own confused feelings about this. I don't want to dillude myself into thinking it's some psychic ability, because more likely than not, it isn't. For all I know, it may be perfectly normal, with one of those good ole rational explanations. Is it possible for there to be a subconscious emotional peer pressure? 

Am I hoping that someone reading this will help me sort it out? Maybe. I don't want to get rid of it, I don't think, as it's about the only thing keeping me from being completely selfish and apathetic. Maybe it is normal, then. Maybe I'm making a big deal out of nothing. I'd just rather know.

Sunday, August 17, 2008

Rest In Peace

Warning: The following post contains an emotional roller coaster with death, insults, and cries for help. The last two are mostly directed at Ricky, though. It also seems to contain appearances by Es' and the six-year-old Kira, though they aren't clearly marked and run together. Please keep these warnings in mind and read at your own risk.

So... my bunny, Timothy, died last week, right before we left for Denver. I thought I was doing okay, but now I'm not so sure. The thing is, I don't feel that bad about his death, itself, but my mom gets really emotional about it, and that's what makes me feel really bad about it. Tonight we came home, so she obviously got emotional about it. It, in turn, made me feel bad. Now, though, I can't seem to shake that semi-depressed feeling, even though she isn't as bad now... I dunno... Maybe I'm just tired... It's been a long day of airports and airplanes... It's just... Meh... I don't even know anymore... I just really felt the need to say something...

In related news, Ricky is a jerk who likes sleep and his story better than me. Of course, I'm just feeling selfish and emo and Es'-like right now, so... Ug... So tired... but I don't wanna sleep... I wanna RP with Ricky... Stupid Ricky with his stupid dial-up at his stupid house with his stupid sister and stupid story and stupid bed... Sparky is stupid and unoriginal, too, and I'm not going to let Es' ever go near him... so there...

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I'm sorry... Please don't hate me Ricky... I don't have enough friends as it is... But why did you have to go to sleep? Why couldn't you have forced yourself? I wanted you to help me and you didn't... (Pout) You're not very nice, Ricky Filion! You're just lucky I'm usually good at tollerating you... I wanna RP! I think I need my Bit and Es' plushies... I hope you're all happy in your nice dreamful sleep! (Sigh) I'm tired...