It’s good to be in touch with your sensitive side they
say. But that often gets confused with
being touchy and sensitive. Being in
touch with your feelings is one thing.
But touching upon a feeling or feeling a touch for your feeling (stay
with me, now) and fumbling around it like a blind man, presuming to know it
based on what tiny glimpse we have or what edge we pass our fingers through can
lead to mistaking them.
Our feelings are not really our feelings but others’ opinion
of our feelings. The information age is
also the mis-information age. And we are
unable to hide from it. Information
consists of facts. Mis-information of
opinions. Nothing is reported opinion
free or tinged with subjectivism. What
we feel, how we feel, when should we feel and how to categorize and box them is
based on what we see and are told around us.
Every act is labeled by someone already.
And as such, we tend to use those labels whether they be right or wrong. So infatuation combined with loneliness
becomes love, practicality becomes cowardice.
It’s like with music, books and movies. We tend to lean with the majority
reviews. Hating what we would’ve
objectively liked, even if as a guilty pleasure and liking what we did not
enjoy, or understand, or both (*cough..Hunger Games, Inheritance of Loss, rap
music…cough*). And so it goes with our
feelings and emotions. We tend to box
them into categories described by others.
And we tend to suppress or embrace them accordingly.
So how about this for a resolution. Not just to be in touch with our
sensitivity. But to not be affected by
the sensitivity of the touchiness ascribed by others while being sensible in
sensing the depths and touchpoints of our true emotions. Or something to that effect.
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