I just got to writing a good steam of conciousness for a change, about how no one listens to me. Long story short, everyone else is always telling their stories about their life and no one is willing to listen to mine. Even the people closest to me who see me the most don’t listen, so how can I ever matter in this world? I don’t, and I can’t. Anyway, I guess this will be the book to look for when I’m gone. I bought it at least a few months ago but haven’t kept up with writing in it. It was my intention to write every day. Anyway, it only has 3 different pages inside.
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You may feel that no one is listening, but think of this. When people are telling you their stories, what does that make you think of? Typically it makes you think of similar experiences you have. You may think that what they are doing is changing the subject to their own woes, but it’s them trying to relate and absorb what you are saying. IT’s just something to think on…I could be way off base
theres nothing that cheers me up more than a healthy dose of grumpy cat.
disgusting. your name is exactly how i feel inside. heres to one day not feeling that anymore.
I have to agree with badcat. Sometimes people want to show that they can relate to your story… Or they start talking about their own situation to help their own brains to show more empathy for who they’re talking with. I know that I’m probably not enough but I’m here to listen to you whenever you need an ear, just email me.
PS. Cute grumpy cat.