(Note: Sorry. Another novel. LOL! I greatly appreciate anybody who can actually read the whole thing. For those who may like to help/comment, but cannot read this whole thing, I will add a tl;dr "Too long, didn't read" summary below.)
As always, I started to type this and it started to become a novel. LOL! You guys know me by now. So, I’m trying to keep this short and sweet. I guess I am not necessarily expecting advice here. More, this is just my chance to vent. Though, I certainly would greatly appreciate any advice/thoughts that anybody may happen to have.
So, for as long as I can remember, I have sort of felt things too much. In other words, I feel too intensely. It can be both beautiful, and at times the most annoying thing in the world. When I am happy, I feel it so intensely. When I am sad, that too, I feel so intensely. I like to call it my Monkism. Just like Monk says about his obsessive attention to detail, so I say about my intense feelings…. It’s a gift…. And a curse.
Anyway, to make a long story short, I will give you an example. I’ve recently met a new friend. She is an amazing person who makes me feel really good about myself, and she has gone out of her way to reach out to me (texts me from time to time, finds my super corny jokes funny, stuff like that). She’s a bit young (I’m 30 and she has got to be 20 or so) so I’m not sure I’d want to ask her out even if it were an option. But, I do want to be close friends with her. After coming to that conclusion on my own, I later found out she is in a relationship. No big deal, since I had sort of decided I would only want to be friends anyway. In time, who knows where fate may lead, but it isn’t like I am one of those pathetic guys waiting around hoping for my chance. She just seems like a great person, like somebody I want in my life no matter in what capacity that may be.
So, here is an example of my craziness. She texts me one night. Around, say 10:30 or so. At the time I was shaving and showering. I finished that and forgot that I had left my phone to charge. So, it was about 12:30 by the time I realized she had texted me. So, being my own worst enemy like I am, I spend the night freaking out that I ruined the friendship because she texted me and I wasn’t there to respond. Of course, the next morning we text and she assures me it is okay. But, of course, that isn’t enough. Then the Evil Jester in me starts trying to convince me that now she is going to stop being my friend because I apologize too much, or she’ll think I’m crazy for feeling so bad that I didn’t get her text.
I do have to say, though, I have come a long way. It used to be that I would let those ridiculous thoughts run away with me. I’ve gotten much better at that. I’m able to rationalize and sort of look at things through reasonable eyes. One thing I have found that helps me is I pretend the roles were reversed. For example, I imagine I texted a friend, and they don’t get back to me. I wouldn’t freak out and think they are a bad friend, I’d just assume they were busy and didn’t get my text until late. Then, I imagine the next day they text me and are very apologetic about it. I wouldn’t think they are a crazy person for feeling bad, I would think they were a really good person that it bothered them so much that they missed my text. So, I’ve gotten much better at being reasonable with myself. But, it is still a pain in my butt sometimes. LOL! Someday maybe I won’t be so weird. LOL!
tl;dr Summary:
I have always lived with feeling things too intensely whether I am happy or sad, I feel it way too much. I like to call it my Monkism, because like he says about his obsessive attention to detail, with my intense feelings...
It's a gift.... and a curse. One quick example is when a new friend texted me at night, and since I was shaving at the time, and then forgot I had set my phone to charge, I didn't get it until she had already gone to bed. So, of course, I freak out that I ruined the friendship because I wasn't there to get her text. When, in reality, any normal person would just think "Eh, he must have been busy, or something." And, in fact, had the roles been reversed, I wouldn't have thought about it for a second. I would have just thought she were busy and would get back to me some other time. Kind of have a double standard against my own self like that. But, I have been getting much better at rationalizing it out and realizing when I am being ridiculous/too hard on myself.