I'm the type of sensitive...

I'm the type of sensitive...

That cries when you cry.  I just can't help it; I see tears, and my ducts decide that it would be fun to produce some of their own.

That tries to play nice with everyone.  And when that can't happen, I get a little tense, and I start walking around on eggshells because I don't know what to do.

That cries over a broken dish.  Sometimes, it's the little things that really upset me.  And even if I've been having a good day, that crash to the floor will set me off.

That assumes silence means you're mad at me.  Well, most silences, anyway.  Because if you weren't, we'd be having a conversation right now...wouldn't we?

That needs a certain song to set me right when all is wrong in the world.  Most of the time, it's Bach.  But sometimes a good J-pop or 90's tune will keep me level.

That fusses when I haven't eaten right.  All sugar and no protein makes Emma a crazy girl...who after the crazy high wears off, delves deep into a crazy low.

That plans out how to be alone when tensions are high.  Feeling upset?  Angry with the world?  Developing murderous intentions?  Maybe towards me?  I'll just grab my stuffed pig and skedaddle.

That will just put up with other people's bad behavior.  I figure there's a reason for everything, and if you're acting out, it's because you can't contain yourself.

That will get upset when others don't give me that same courtesy, or at least a little understanding.  As if everything I do is wrong, just because I never complain about what you do.

That thinks about losing friends when only one is mad at me.  Sure, we might get over this, but if we don't?  You can have all our mutual friends, and I'll go find some new ones.

That repeats conversations in my head over and over and over again, to try and figure out if A, she (he, they, etc), really said that, and B, she really meant it that way.

That won't talk to you again until you come to me first.  Maybe I should make the effort, except it's pretty clear that I'm persona non grata, so why aggravate the situation any more by speaking up?

That likes everybody.  Even when they're nasty to me.  And so I get hurt that much more when I realize that maybe they don't like me as much as I like them.

That will listen to you go one and on and on about your problems without trying to tell you about all of mine, even though they keep telling me I shouldn't bottle it up inside.

That probably feels worse than you do when I've been mean to you.  Something about a moral upbringing and a guilty conscience.

That reacts badly to crowds of people.  Especially people I don't know.  Especially during special events.  So even if you invite me, I'll probably avoid the situation altogether.

That gets worn out by putting on a cheerleader façade all the time.  So maybe I might get a little weird sometimes.  Because it's exhausting trying so hard to be happy all the time.

That would rather be yelled at than ignored.  Maybe I'll cry, but to be honest, I cry anyway, and if you yell at me and get everything out there, I'm pretty sure the crying will stop sooner, which is probably healthier for the both of us anyway.

That needs people to earn my trust every single day.  I understand that's a lot to expect from people, and maybe you think I'm being unrealistic.  But I think you're just plain rude when you expect me to be okay with you entering my bubble all the time just because I let you in once.

That feels better in the sunshine.  Which is why I'm hoping my break goes well.  And hoping that I can recuperate.  And hoping that when I return in the spring, at least half of the issues that I'm sensitive over at the moment will be non-issues.

But maybe that's unrealistic, too.

But hey, what can I say?

I'm sensitive.

Cheers.