If my work requires regular interaction with other people, it also burns out all the energy I have for human interaction – meaning that I have no energy left for interacting with the people I love and would actually like to interact with after the workday is done.
You gotta love it when you confess to an outgoing, ever-confident person that you’re nervous about an upcoming group meeting, and they say “Oh just be yourself!”. Um, you do realise that I won’t say a thing then?
When you need a cathartic song to listen to.
Meeting face-to-face street fundraisers is a no-win situation. They will deviously ask: Are you interested in (say) human rights? and I can’t say yes, because then I’d have to stop and talk to them and I’d rather not, and I can’t say no, because that would be a lie, and I’d rather not lie. So […]
Weltschmerz. Heartache. Crushing guilt. Choking grief. Crippling embarrassment. Numbing shock. Not just figures of speech for me, but concretely and physically felt.
Because sometimes you just need to listen to a beautiful song about jumping into puddles. 🙂 Brosandi Hendumst í hringi Höldumst í hendur Allur heimurinn óskýr nema þú stendur