I am an optimist, a spinmaster, a metaphorical lemonade maker. I would not change it if I could but I sincerely cannot, so it doesn’t really matter. I see things in such a profoundly positive light that the people in my world are sometimes offended by my optimism.
There are times when I keep my optimism to myself because the person speaking to me has not yet indicated any interest in feeling better about whatever is troubling them. I’m like a firefighter with a hose that’s hooked up to a hydrant tapped into all the happiness, joy, and glittery goodness in the world. My temptation is to launch a full scale response to anything that makes anyone hurt.
Mostly, I do that because I’m a feeler. When you’re sad, I feel your sadness. When you’re happy, I can feel that in my body, too. No, I don’t mean I can observe it and it affects me, I mean I feel it like it’s my very own. I believe we all have the ability to do this, some more than others, and most of the profoundly feeling people I know have mastered a range of how-to-make-other-people-feel-better skills.
Does that sound a little codependent? Sure it is. Fixing things that feel “bad” is my impulse, but like I said before, I try to keep it reeled in at least long enough for someone to ask me to support them. That is the polite thing to do.
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