Not that I appreciate your loneliness guys, but at least it's reassuring to see I'm not the only one who connects with a very few amount of people (and a bigger amount of animals!)
ursaminor wrote:
Compassion is the need to actively alleviate someone's pain.
Wikipedia says it is more vigorous than empathy, which I cannot manage.
It also says I should do to others what I would have them do to me which is nothing.
I do not like when someone goes and tries to console me. I manage best on my own. And others must, too.
I'm no compassion genius either. My husband's sister died and I felt nothing. My husband was crying, it didn't make me feel bad, or sad, or anything near compassion. All my thoughts were going to "what am I supposed to do?". I wanted to know what I was supposed to say or do, but nothing came up, so I avoided the
"it's gonna be ok" and likes of such, and left him alone until he calmed down. Ursaminor, like you, I like to be left alone in these bad circumstances and don't want people to sing me their
it's all right tune. It sounds so fake anyway. Why should they care about
my pain?
To answer your question
jeffhermy, I trust my husband only, and myself.
millie, how I feel about people generally has nothing to do with them either. I have a "friend" who is a very very nice woman
(wife of one of my husband's colleagues). She has invited me over on multiple occasions, we "hung out", went shopping
(she shopped, I just stood there like an idiot), talked for hours (she talked, I tried to listen), but even though I tried hard to make her my one friend
(since there's none at the mo), I just can't get myself to like her. On the other hand I have some pen pals that I think I like, but some of them have lied to me, made a fool of me, and yet I still like those people better than the nice woman I mentioned above. Weird. Other pals have sent me nice gifts, lots of them, but somehow I don't like them.