I’ve been thinking about some stuff. I’ve had some errant thoughts about it here and there, from time to time. But today it really hit me. I don’t have an answer for it. It’s just a realization.
I’ve noticed that when I read books, when I watch movies, when I hear stories… I always, always expect the worse. I’m always waiting for the one mean character. The one who pretends he/she is nice and sweet but really is just playing the part. I’m always waiting for the person to find out that her/his loved one has died, or has some horrible illness, or turned into a horrible murderer. Why the heck do I do this?
This is when I KNOW that I need therapy. Have I been so horribly broken, disappointed, and hurt that I automatically look for the worst in everyone? Am I really that jaded? I certainly don’t want to be that way.
And then…. what do I do with that? How do I fix that?
Again… no answers here. Just thoughts.