like people telling me a lot of things, about themselves, about their lives, about their troubles
not that i mind it at all; i kind of like listening to them/it, i don't know why, really.
it's just that i don't really like to ask- it's only if they spontaneously say it.
sometimes i feel frustrated, but the line drawn on friendship,
when people give you the tip of the carrot,
and you're just holding on receptively,
then suddenly they pull it back- change the topic, suggest something else, say it doesn't matter.
on the other hand,
i can totally understand the conflict/ambivalence of deciding on disclosure.
in a relationship, shared activities, time spent, common interests, particularly personal disclosure and shared promises, secrets are hallmarks of change. understandably, disclosure comes only with a certain amount of accumulated time and mutual trust/respect earned-
sometimes, you think it's the right time, you think it's the right person-
you can talk to, can share your troubles with
but at the last minute you bail out-
[or maybe you realise it was never the right person anyway]
it's really easy that way.
on the other hand,
it's just really frustrating.
if you didn't want to talk about something,
why start the conversation and cut it off halfway?
i never do that. start a conversation about me, about my troubles, about my concerns,
and then halfway when the person is trying to listen, give advice, be nice-
just suggest to change the topic, leave the room, go to sleep, do something else.
just suggest to change the topic, leave the room, go to sleep, do something else.
it is unbelievably excruciating/infuriating.
sometimes i don't understand why people talk to me in the first place.
do you want someone to listen to you?
are you looking for advice/solutions?
what do you want, really?
if you don't trust me,
how can we be [real] friends?
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sometimes, in the quiet hours between the darkness and the morning,
in between lonely spaces and vacant times-
it's when i feel and think so clearly,
think so much better.
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there are things i tell nobody about-
thoughts that preoccupy my mind that nobody knows,
and somehow,
[perhaps sadly],
i intend to keep it that way.
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