Koi Kaaran Hoga

It's one of those things. I appreciate lots of 'finer feelings' and 'understand' what people must be 'going through' and am generally sensitive to the small-print-emotions. But I always have had this sneaking suspicion that there isn't much of that going around. How else do I account for the remarkable lack of it when I need some?

As a matter of fact, it seems as though there's a little too much in me, because of which, for my own mental and emotional well-being, I steer clear of most emotionally charged, moving, or otherwise thought-provokingly 'Deep' books. Sometimes, this irritates me no end, cause, well, I like reading good books!! But I found early on that I couldn't handle too much excess emotion... Wuthering Heights, much as I loved the book, would invariably depress me for a week.. Hence it had to be put in the skull and crossbones section of the mental catalogue.

Of course, some might put it down to nothing more serious than me being essentially moody; while that may be true, it removes some of the romance of being emotionally sensitive. As a matter of fact, I whiled away a whole minute taking an online test to estimate whether or not I might be a Highly Sensitive Person(HSP), and surprise, surprise!!! I scored high enough!

But coming back to where I started rambling from.. It sometimes gets very upsetting when I realise that however well I manage to analyse a situation and however well I might be able to gauge another person's reactions and feelings, and however much I might open up to a person, they just don't seem to get me.