Who lives in a pineapple under the sea?
I am an emotional sponge. I’ve always tended to absorb the emotional states and storms of those around me, often to a less than positive effect. In terms of my own sanity, at least. I mean, empathy is great for the person receiving it, but can be problematic for the person providing it. If that person is unable to distance oneself appropriately.
As previously noted, I am working on this.
It’s not that I want to turn into stone. But something more like clay might be nice. Something soft and malleable, comforting, infinitely changeable; but also firm, unabsorbent. Something that can be touched and caressed and kneaded and embraced, and has the ability to respond and give back to the person doing the caressing. But at the same time, doesn't suck up any of their shit.
As previously noted, I am working on this.
It’s not that I want to turn into stone. But something more like clay might be nice. Something soft and malleable, comforting, infinitely changeable; but also firm, unabsorbent. Something that can be touched and caressed and kneaded and embraced, and has the ability to respond and give back to the person doing the caressing. But at the same time, doesn't suck up any of their shit.
posted by P/O at 6/16/2006 12:51:00 PM
2 Comments:
Good luck with that. When you get too dry and worn we'll just mash you up, pour some water over you and recon you right back to the lovely, malleable state in which you started. May I *please* have the job of making you into rainbows??
rainbows? i like that! i call them arches, but rainbows is so much...happier.
anyway, the job's all yours. be gentle. :)
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