I’m not really as bad off as that post last night made me seem. I think my trigger last night was a friend talking about her divorce. On one hand, it felt good that I was comforting someone, but on the other, I felt absurd.
There has been a part of me lately that doesn’t recognize grief in others. Maybe recognize isn’t the right word.
I used to be the person who cried anytime a heartfelt commercial aired. Hell, I cried when in class when we read about Beowulf’s death and funeral. My tears were infamous.
Not anymore. I can only cry for myself these days. I have teared up a few times, but I think it was because of triggers.
I hope this is a temporary numbness, because I don’t like this selfish, uncaring feeling that lingers around.
I want to cry for something other than myself.