Yay! I was able to borrow a coat yesterday from my brother's GF. Thanks so much, Alex! :)
And, surprise surprise, she gave me a birthday present, too! Yay!
Before you flood me with email wishing me well on my birthday, I must
confess that I am not within any loose boundary of it being my birthday.
But I still love getting birthday presents, especially when the person took
the time to think of me. :)
Actually, I hate getting presents most times because people put little
thought into them, and I have so much stuff already that there isn't
anything I need or desire. The best presents for me btw are consumable
items like food, candles (and not the cheap ones either -- I hate those),
and books (if you know my tastes). I hate getting clothes (they don't
fit), perfume (I won't wear it), jewelry (I won't wear it), etc.
Anyway, back to my fabulous & well thought out present.
She got me a book (kinda self-helpish which I don't usually like)
entitled
The Highly Sensitive Person. The title just blew me away.
Here I was on the cover. I'm kind of curious as to when she thought of
this for me --- if it was one key incident that precipitated the purchase.
She said she read it and it fit me, so I am embarking on a journey to see if
I will find answers to some of my lifetime questions.
What questions you might ask?
How do I tell a friend I would rather be alone than in their company
without upsetting them? How do I not invite people to my house without
them feeling unwanted and have them understand it's my Hall of Solitude that
I need? How do I explain to people that I cry often, but it doesn't
necessarily mean that they did something horrible to me? How do I
explain to people that when I hear of someone else's pain, I feel that pain,
too? How can I tell someone that I relish tiny things and get great
happiness out of some everyday occurrences without sounding like a lunatic?
How do I even start to explain how many things are running in my mind,
letting my brain sift through them all concurrently?
Usually, I just go with the short school bus explanation and realize
people just won't understand that I am wired differently.
Thursday, January 9, 2003
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