i guess im a good listener, that i often get emergency calls of urgent needs for random meet-ups. some so urgent that without notice, they were already knocking on my door. the most recent rescue was to a friend getting his mind all tangled up in 'the heart' issues. though i was giving the heart-to-heart advice, deep inside i was faking my thought on how full of shit his feelings were... and he knew it; my mind was readable.


and i guess my lack of faith in the reason why everyone' s so high-and-mighty about what a perfect little gift it is, which to me is a mild annoyance; wasnt disguisable. i felt my defenses go up and my words came out harsher than intended. according to him; the reason for my being this way is because i am miserably happy-er and the rest of them were just simply plain miserable.


but i guess i was too wrapped up in this silent power of comfort that is keeping everything at arm's length emotionally, that i didnt notice when people around me were having issues. i kept assuming everything came out of desperation and denying all thoughts.


miserably happy-er eh?!