The Life Of An Introverted Victim

[Deleted member 19804]

Hey Kashi, hope you don't mind me posting here. I just feel like we have a very similar way of thinking and I'd like to respond to your last post.

Something I have only recently started to learn is that sharing your pain is not that much of a burden to people at all. Try to see things from their perspective: if you can see something's bothering a person you lovd, wouldn't it make you feel better knowing what's going on than having to guess whether that loved one is getting help and still able to survive?

I genuinely think that it is better for both you and your family if you keep sharing.

As for the fighting: I kinda recognize that too. How about getting a punching bag? Or taking boxing lessons? It can really let you blow off steam.

 

[Kashi]

There are times when you find that things people have done are inexcusable, but that does not prevent it from being unforgiveable.

I started thinking a lot about the classmates that bullied me, and realized that they bullied me because I made up excuses for them. But now I find that many of their actions were inexcusable; there was absolutely no way they could have not prevented themselves from picking on me. Even so, it doesn't mean that I can't forgive them for their actions, right? Holding grudges, I think, won't help anyone.

 

[Kashi]

I started my new semester last week; I'm taking two classes. One of them had a really cheerful, enthusiastic personality. Her class was too active and personal, though, so I dropped it and replaced it with another class. This class was engaging, but at the same time it doesn't require me to talk that much. I like it. The class I have the most beef with is my economics class. Its professor was like a stereotypical old man: he keeps lecturing us about life when he's supposed to be lecturing us about the subject we're taking (it's basically an independent class), he keeps ragging on the younger generation and how it likes to keep to its electronic devices, and he talks about us like he fully understands us. God, he was condescending.

But at the same time, he looked a lot like me: condescending, unwilling to conform to the newest trends and technology, and lecturey. I'm so mad with having to sit through a facsimile of myself for 50 minutes a day, three days a week. I don't know why I hate him, but I just do. He's just too much like me. I'm wondering if I should drop my class now.