An Insensitive Nature

Insensitivity... it's not just for monsters anymore.

As I'm growing older, the cliche of growing colder is becoming more and more true. I am beginning to care less and less about other people's strife and becoming more and more selfish. It's pretty fair, in my personal opinion, to say that I have been chilling my emotions towards strife, pity and charity for some time now. I just don't have it in me to bleed my heart for a lot of causes other than my own nowadays.

Sure, there are some problems with this... there are some instances of late, that I should be a lot more sensitive to. Someone's bad news just doesn't faze me anymore. I try to let it, just to make sure there is still some warmth in there to maybe give to someone at the end of the day, but... I think I generally fall short more often than not.

Of late, I have forgotten recent issues and happenings and have made related jokes... which, agreed, probably come out in bad taste. But I am getting so cold, that there is even little guilt about the whole thing and I just keep on rolling along as to think nothing actually happened. My laughter seems to quell all guilt. Actually, my laughter does seem to cure a lot of problems. Just gotta laugh.

I would like to think that laughter is both my weapon and salve in the world. It can hurt as much as it can heal.

If there is one thing that really freezes me faster is public self-pity. I mean, 'oh woe is me' is so old now. Unfortunately, the media and such has engrained it into our culture, so much so... I think it's almost a fad to publicly cry for yourself. On TV, amongst your friends and within your family.

'Feel sorry for me.'

'I crave your pity.'

I've personally heard enough. I don't anyone to cry for me... so why should I for them? Actually, no... that isn't right. What I meant was... if I want to hear what's getting you down, I'll ask. Please don't lacquer it on me when I'm not ready for it... all you'll get is a deaf ear. If you want a caring ear, keep giving me the puppy dog, baggy eyes or maybe even the waterworks... then I might lend you my caring ear. Don't be a billboard of tears... I'm not a big fan of billboards either.

Use a mode like this... Blogging... to write and clear your conscious of your problems or concerns. At least here, you can choose whether or not to read it, whether or not to care... it's a win-win situation. Either you do or you don't.

I'll agree that you shouldn't bottle it all up, store it and then explode all at once. That is also not good for anyone.

See... now I feel better again... now that I let that out.