I generally don't have contact with people. Hardly ever. I'm surrounded with thousands of people but I don't interact with them. I don't engage in a conversation or social activity with them. I'm alone but I don't think I'm lonely. At least I don't think so. But then there is that one hour once or every two weeks. That one hour with a person who listens, cares and responds to everything I have to say.
I've tried to stay away from people. By nature, I'm the kind of person who trust, cares and believes other people. However, with time, I've developed a shell to protect myself because people are not too nice. So to say that I don't get to spend a lot of quality time with quality people is an understatement. But again, I don't mind. That is until I get a taste of it. I get a little taste once every two weeks, at least, of what it would be like to have more contact with people who would value and care for me.
So, I become attached. I become attached to the one person I can't get attached to. My therapist. He is perhaps one of the people who is a positive male figures in my life. And I know I don't actually know him and I probably am putting him in a pedestal. But I do know a few things about him: he choose to help people with their problems; he's caring even if it is just because I'm paying him for his time; he's handsome. And I know I shouldn't feel this way.But for that one hour, I'm a little happy. I could never actually tell him this.
I tell myself that this is what happens when you let your guard down and get close to people. I have only but myself to blame.
I've tried to stay away from people. By nature, I'm the kind of person who trust, cares and believes other people. However, with time, I've developed a shell to protect myself because people are not too nice. So to say that I don't get to spend a lot of quality time with quality people is an understatement. But again, I don't mind. That is until I get a taste of it. I get a little taste once every two weeks, at least, of what it would be like to have more contact with people who would value and care for me.
So, I become attached. I become attached to the one person I can't get attached to. My therapist. He is perhaps one of the people who is a positive male figures in my life. And I know I don't actually know him and I probably am putting him in a pedestal. But I do know a few things about him: he choose to help people with their problems; he's caring even if it is just because I'm paying him for his time; he's handsome. And I know I shouldn't feel this way.But for that one hour, I'm a little happy. I could never actually tell him this.
I tell myself that this is what happens when you let your guard down and get close to people. I have only but myself to blame.