I freaking hate the way people show they care.

If someone is in their room sobbing my eyes out behind a closed door, and you're wondering what to do about it, here's a hint: No, they do NOT want you to come in and ask them what's wrong, and for several reasons:

1)Chances are they can't form a comprehendable sentence through their sobs.

2) They most likely won't want to tell you what's wrong, and if they do, they will come to you.

3) Their door is most likely locked for the above reasons.

 

If you don't want to go ask them what's wrong, good for you. If the door is not closed, and you just stair at them like they're some kind of mutant alien spewing forth toxic fluids, chances are, the sobber would like to chop your head off for staring.

If someone wants you to stare at them while they have an emotional breakdown, they will tell you before they start crying.

 

I have no idea why some people are so blind. Like their rose-colored glasses are so thick that they can't even see their own dillusional take on life.

Here's a news flash: sometimes people just need to fall apart. Sometimes it feels unfathomably good to drop to your knees and sob so hard your entire body sakes. Sometimes it feels good to let the warm tears fall down your cheeks. Sometimes, when everything goes wrong, it's good to have to concentrate on breathing evenly, to savor the rush of are as you sob.

If someone needs you there at all, they just need you to sit beside them and let them cry. They don't want you to ask questions, they don't want you to stare at them. They just need you to be there.

I've been noticing more and more lately how alike we all are...man that's depressing.

There are a lot of different types of people. There are those who are obsessed with fitting in and being accepted, those who are obsessed with being the exact opposite of everyone else, and those who are comfortable with who they are and don't give a flying fish how they compare to the rest of the world.

A lot of the time, people are both the first and second type of person. We all want to stand out and show the world that we're different, but at the same time we're terrified of what will happen if we dare to cross the line, to step out of the invisible box we've drawn for ourselves. We spend our lives in four phases; Standing at the center of the box, Dancing on the line, Walking out of the box, and finally, just ditching the whole stupid thing.We are who we are, and trying to be someone else only makes us fools. We are all original, just sometimes too much or not in the way we want to be. If we keep comparing ourselves to the world we're never going to be happy.

(Just to get things strait you could view me as being hypocritical because I have just as much trouble as the next person, but my point is that I think we should all try harder to be happy with ourselves, including me)

You know that song, "What a Wonderfull World," by Louis Armstrong? I totaly agree with him.

I think that our world is full of Miracles, wonderful and breath-taking miracles. But we've just gotten used to them, and that takes away from the wonder. When we get used to things, we blind ourselves. Not in all cases, but in this case at least. I won't go into a cheesy description of things like sunsets and roses, but I do have a point: I never want to get used to the world. It's too beautiful to overlook.