Get ready boys and girls for another one of yours truly's random (and maybe a bit of a stretch) metaphors.
For a majority of my life I think I have not been a "feelings sharer". I am a classic bottler upper that only with a real good shake will I explode in your face, or until I pack too much into that tiny bottle and it all pops out like that carry on suitcase you really don't want to check but also have packed three weeks of clothes in.
It is not that I do not get these feelings. I am in no way immune to overthinking and caring way too much about what does or doesn't happen to Lorelai and Rory Gilmore . In fact I got a whole lot of them. You're looking at a girl who is both a Pisces and an ENFJ, both pieces of irrelevant information about myself unless you know both are REALLLLLL sensitive.
Though for some reason I tend to deal with them by myself or, a majority of the time, not deal with them at all.
But here's the thing— we all are made to feel things. Like that is going to be one thing for sure all humans are going to have in common, yet we all kind of bury them or shrink away at the idea of becoming vulnerable.
My question is why?
Because at this point hiding feelings is like having the softest and warmest blanket in the existence of the world and refusing to touch it. Just going, "Eh, I will probably use this wool and scratchy blanket over here rather than that really cozy one over there that could probably be sponsored by the bear on the Snuggles detergent bottles". It sounds silly and right now you are probably like, "I would never do that, I would definitely always choose the soft one". I'm the same— I would use that blanket like a Snuggie on steroids. But alas both you and I are in denial.
Almost always we choose that scratchy blanket to hide ourselves in, which spoiler alert is NOT AS COMFY AS THE OTHER ONE. Not to mention this itchy guy has got some friends. I am talking the sweaters that make your arms itch just by looking at them and socks you wouldn't even let your dog wear. And soon you all are walking around as a posse of static electricity, shocking everyone in sight, and everyone is confused why you're wearing wool sweaters in May.
That is exactly what happens when we don't deal with any and all feelings. We pack it in, we don't look at the big picture, we hoard all the scratchy stuff and wear it layer after layer like Joey in friends. We not only suffer because we are uncomfortable and sweaty, but also we start shocking the crap out of the innocent humans attempting to get us to just use the soft blanket.
Even though we think people are going to judge us for certain feelings we have or not respond the way we want, which lets be real some will do those things, we have to take the chance to FEEL FEELINGS. I mean its literally in the word!!!!
You don't even have to tell a person if you are worried - tell your dog, tell your dermatologist, tell God, just tell someone how you feel because playing "how many things can I avoid before a mental breakdown" is usually not a fun game to play.
We have to just use the soft blanket because more than likely someone is going to be wanting to share it with us.
Just saying.