as small as a world and as large as alone

Hugging yourself is good if you like hugs, I guess.  I’ve never gotten much out of hugging myself, but if it makes you feel good, it can’t be a bad thing.

Sometimes it’s easy to read things wrong, if you have an irritant inside you that gets rubbed every time you read something by a certain person, or on a certain topic.  And then you blame the person, or the topic, instead of the irritant inside you.  I’ve been there myself.

Although not been there quite to the extent that I would lash out and demand that someone tell me whether I should kill myself for not being like them.  (Which, in this case, was lashing out.  There was a slashing motion that accompanied it that wouldn’t be there if it was just oversensitivity.  I won’t pretend there was no hostility towards me involved in some of the comments I’ve gotten along those lines.  Which is why I decided I’m going to delete further asks along those lines, I don’t have time for this shit with what’s really going on in my life.)  But I did lash out in other ways.  Luckily I was forgiven.

Interestingly, the topic of sensing was one of the topics that used to trigger that irritant effect in me.  But for possibly very different reasons. 

I am glad you get something good out of what I write.  It is discouraging sometimes to write things about the lowest parts of life, the parts deep down where all the important stuff is, where the beauty is, only to have it thrown back in my face.  I don’t expect everyone to believe the things I believe.  But I do wish people understood that when I write about things like love, I’m writing from the heart, and to throw that back in someone’s face when they open up like that is a form of cruelty.  Whether you happen to believe as they believe or not.

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