I am a listener. I listen in class, I mostly listen to my parents, and I love listening to my friends. And when my opinion is requested or my advise sought, I have a plethora and way too much more than that too say. I am overly happy to give my advise to others.
I am especially interested listening to my friends' problems. Typically, people would say the opposite, but this makes me feel needed and important.
Lately though, it has made me feel suffocated. I am being hit on all sides by other people's complaints, and find myself with no place to put my own grievences. I do admit that this really is the burden I chose to carry. I have, in the past, insisted on being told and given the chance to bestow my "wisdom". But who is there for me? I ask myslef. Who will insist to hear my problems?
The fact is that sitting on this side of the comversation makes me realize the folly and often pettiness of young human beings. And I do not pretend to be clean of these flaws, but that is the reason why I do not share the thoughts and feelings I long to share, the ones my friends trust me enough to share with me. No, I realize now that it is not because I do not trust them. It is because I do not think it will make a difference.
AND I know it is holding be back from the things and people I love most, but I have seen and heard too much to do anything about it.
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