N-am stiut ca si altii mai traiesc in felul asta, credeam ca e doar in capul meu. Am dat ieri peste un articol din care dau cu copy-paste:
Certain people are born with the otherworldly ability to simply know, with nary a word or signal exchanged, how others feel. They detect others’ emotions the way antennae detect radio waves: through thin air, effortlessly.
Pana aici eram ok, mi se intampla si mie.
Born this way, most empaths assume that they’re just like everyone else. Not realizing what is happening when their skill takes effect, not realizing that they’re “reading” or “wearing” the emotions of others and “picking up their vibes,” empaths typically assume that all these disparate feelings they feel are their own. Barraged by strong, sometimes contradictory emotions one after the other in crowded places — ecstatic one instant, bereft the next — most empaths deride themselves (and/or are derided by family and friends) as moody, flighty or mentally ill.
Ah, deci sunt considerat nebun. Nu-i bine.
Most empaths know only that they feel inexplicably bizarre when not alone.
They know that classrooms, theaters, buses, trains, offices, parties, meetings, stores, stadiums, subways, hospitals, restaurants, carnivals and theme parks leave them feeling flayed, flattened and/or drained — as if by a huge syringe — of energy or breath or blood.
Emmy feels your pain. Not that she wants to. She definitely, totally does not want to, because why would she? Is her own pain not enough? Your pain — and all your other feelings and everyone else’s within a twenty-foot radius of Emmy — are big and flagrant and they obscure her feelings and/or they masquerade falsely as her feelings, and even though Emmy knows they are yours and not hers, she still feels them against her will and Emmy would rather feel her own feelings now and then for a change. Oh, but no. Emmy feels your pain — not because she likes you. Just because she can. (de aici)
Nu stiam de ce simt de multe ori ca probleme altora ar fi si problemele mele.
Am trait niste ani cu impresia ca e doar in capul meu, pur si simplu am eu destul timp sa ma gandesc si la ceea ce traiesc sau simt altii. Nu stiam de ce unele situatii ma afecteaza mult mai mult ca pe cei din jurul meu - doar ne uitam la aceeasi scena, nu?! Hai, ma, ca va stiu drept sufletisti si milosi, de ce nu ati observat ca Xulescu are nevoie de ajutor?
Cred ca e util sa poti sa fii empatic, dar ce am pus mai sus cred ca e next level. Si e apasator. De multe ori mi se intampla sa nu ma pot bucura de niste momente doar pentru ca simt ca altii au ceva pe suflet, imi sta pe cap o senzatie, fara s-o vreau, fara sa-mi fie de folos, ca cineva nu e tocmai in aceeasi incapere cu noi.
In Matrixul personal, eu am cea mai putin utila superputere. Nu va dati ochii peste cap, ca va simt.
Plus o glumita.