Make it light.
Make it a joke.
They won’t take it seriously.
Or, so you think?
I coin myself as intuitive. Someone who can read others’ emotions. Read between the lines of their shared thoughts. Notice shifts in behaviors and facial expressions.
I also hate (sometimes) that I am an empath and take on others’ feelings, good and negative.
It wears me down.
More importantly, I am a good reader of character. Can generally sense good intent and lack thereof. It is seldom that I am wrong.
What I can’t take is people pretending.
Pretending to be my friend.
Pretending to be an adviser.
Pretending to understand and accept who I am.
Pretending that what makes me different from them does not rub them the wrong way.
I’m actually tired of picking up others’ feelings. *Jazmine Sullivan voice* Woo-woo-woo-ing their desires and needs, when they turn their noses up to mine. I’ve been shown way too many times, by people who I thought to be close, that I am not what they are to me, to them.
I also have to stop being a pretender.
Acting like I’m okay with the snide remarks. The side conversations. The judgmental eyes. The deliberate opposition when I speak.
I’m sorry (but not) that I am a direct reflection of what you’re not.
*shrugs*
Put a laugh on it.
Maybe they won’t be offended.
Til the drawing board flies,
Ella.
