Soul

I consider myself a pretty guarded person when it comes to emotions.

A lot of people complain... a lot. Complaining drives me nuts. I hate hearing it come out of the same person's mouth every day. Maybe it's not necessarily the complaining that I dislike, but usually the content of the complaint is 99% avoidable, unimportant, or just dumb. I don't like to be around Debbie-downer or Mr. Cynic. I just don't.

Then there is me. I don't like complainers, so I try to never complain. I don't like telling people what is going on inside of my head for fear of what they would think. I'm miss positive-always-smile-and-say-hi.

I was recently talking to a friend I about his problems with women. His parents divorced when he was in high school, he's had his fair share of girlfriends since then--from cheaters to fbuddies to one that he was engaged to in the past year. Here he was all this time, pouring his heart and mind out in front of me, and I wanted so much to just tell him what I've been through and come to his level of sharing...

But I couldn't. I guess maybe I don't know how to do it? I want to have conversations about emotions. What makes me cry, what makes me angry... what makes me come alive inside.

I swear I'm human.

I swear.