For some reason, I always feel sorry.
Sometimes it''s to my family for not being perfect and sometimes it's to my friends, for not having all the right answers.
Sometimes it's to complete strangers with mental disabilities, and sometimes it to my credit card for physically abusing it.
In movies, when the bad guy gets what he has coming to him, I feel bad. When the a foreigner messes up my order at Dunkin Donuts and I get mad, even if it's just for a few seconds, I feel bad.
I'm the type of girl who apologizes for not answering the phone when some one calls, and sends sympathy emails to potentially-inappropriate people when a death occurs.
I know that empathy is usually a good quality to have, but sometimes I wonder if my overly strong sense of it gets me in trouble.
Most of the time, I feel so bad hurting some one that I hide the truth. This makes me a liar, and even though I am a liar with good intentions, I am still a liar. I hope to work on this. One of my New Year's Resolutions is to be more honest, without worrying too much about making some one feel bad. Everyone deserves to know the truth, even if it hurts. I don't want to censor my feelings ever again, because I'm tired of feeling so bad all the time.
I started tonight.
I really hope that in this battle between the Truth and Truly Trying To Help, the truth wins.
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