Lately it’s not uncommon, it would seem, for others to perceive me as any number of ways I am not feeling. On a call with my mom, she asked me if I’ve been angry with her; I don’t know how she came to that conclusion. Sometimes it’s down, distracted, pensive, or irritated. Usually what I’m feeling is nothing much - I’m just flat.
I don’t see it as a problem, mostly. It beats feeling badly about something. Often there aren’t really discernible thoughts accompanying the flatness, which is hard for people to accept. “What are you thinking about?” Nothing, I reply. And it’s true.
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