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Lately I've noticed that my dislike for people who worry too much and people who become sad or depressed has grown. It's probably because there's so much of the situations, respectively, that it's wearing my patience down. The emotion in the voice, the look in the eye, the sound in the sigh. They're striking a nerve or chord in me the wrong way.
The first category of annoyance has to have stemmed from constant complaining. It happens every day, or so it seems. The complaining really isn't much of "complaining" either, but rather more of "whining". Also, the tone of voice doesn't sound like it carries actual worry, more like exaggerated exasperation or some sort of happy not, not exactly happy, but a little 'light-hearted'. Maybe not that either, but it doesn't sound very sincere. Perhaps I'm over-thinking it and imagining that the sincerity has disappeared. Or perhaps it has degraded, and disappeared do to the constant use of it. This 'whining' is usually about another person that they are friends with, and doesn't directly affect them save for the fact that it's their friend who's involved. I think that although worry is necessary to an extent, it should be stopped when it reaches the point of causing health risks. Or even when it consumes said person, and conversations start out with them explaining their problems.
The second category tends to bug me a bit more. Feeling down is okay for a short amount of time, although I hate succumbing to that weakness. However if it occurs every day, then it should be looked into. There's such a thing as a viscous cycle of being depressed. Many people who are depressed are happy before it, and then something goes the wrong way and they cast themselves into the pit of despair. I didn't say "they are cast into it", I said "they cast themselves into it". Why? I do agree with the former quotation of mine but this is the extent that my dislike has grown to. In all likelihood, I'll that instead, but for now I'm going with the second one.
Maybe I have reached the point that I believe people who either worry too much or fall into depression easily, or a combination of both which I dislike even more, actually enjoy their plights. Secretly, unconsciously. They enjoy being able to worry about someone else because that means they have someone important, or they're safe in their miserable, little corner of sadness because they feel if they leave, they'll just be heading back there soon anyway. This all sounds a bit angry and bitter for me, but I'm a bit tired of my efforts not making any lasting impression.
--Ty
 Ty Gwynnia · Tue Mar 13, 2012 @ 02:22am · 0 Comments |
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