Sense and Sensitivity

~ Gottfried

The world is a magical place full of people waiting to be offended by something. Sensitive people are the most genuine and honest people you will ever meet. There is nothing they won’t tell you about themselves if they trust you. However, the moment you betray them, reject them or devalue them, they will end the friendship.

It is both a blessing and a curse to feel everything so very deeply. Yes I’m a highly sensitive person. No I’m not overdramatic. Sensitive people live with guilt and constant pain over unresolved situations and misunderstandings. If you aren’t diagnosed with this pretty popular illness, your job is to help them pull through.

It’s okay to be sensitive. That’s what happens when you have magic in your heart. Don’t mistake my highly sensitive bad ass sparkly cosmetic intuitive awesomeness for some kind of weakness or low self esteem issue. Love conquers everything except poverty and toothache. If you have both, you’re allowed to be sensitive.

Highly sensitive people are able to sense emotions in others. I joke around too much to be around sensitive people all the time. Someone is bound to get stabbed at some point. Some people just need a high-five, in the face, with a chair. Sensitive, shy-of course I was. The fun of acting is to become someone else. You just need to tap deep into yourself.

You find it offensive? I find it funny. And that’s why I’m happier than you. I’ve noticed some people seem to have plenty ideas on how others should live. Of further curiosity, is the proportionate unawareness of their own life’s discontent. I keep sanity by returning to my own life, which is the first cause.

Women are sensitive. They overthink every little detail. They generally care more than they should, but that’s also what makes their love so strong. In this very weakness, they find strength. The world is getting so sensitive. Soon, I wouldn’t be able to make fun of myself without offending someone.

Manners are a sensitive awareness of the feelings of others. If someone throws the word “sensitive” at you like an insult, you catch that sucker, put it on a pretty ribbon, and wear it around your neck like the medal it is. Sensitive? Heaven yes! I feel everything. I use every part of my heart and I’m proud of it. Now that all the mushiness is over…

I’m off to go find someone to offend.

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68 thoughts on “Sense and Sensitivity”

  4. If they are handing medals for being sensitive, I think my name would be called first. And it’s quite sad how the world wants to punish you for being sensitive.

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  7. Oh my glorious purple shoes and green sox! Loved it. So many lines I would be rewriting the thing to high light them. Happy Day glorious man. Thanks for the laugh. High five ! ha ha ha ha I am so into swing chairs at the moment. You just gave me a reason.

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