- I have an avoidant coping mechanism. If I know I'm in trouble, I put off facing it as long as I possibly can, until I'm backed into a corner and absolutely have to face it.
I have very good social skills. Everyone who has talked to me have a good impression of me. I'm the mirror image of their ideals. I don't only know what they want, I become it, like a chameleon.
I am acutely aware of my choice of words, and find that I tend to weave words in such a way that presents the most desirable or advantageous image of myself.
I hate the word 'manipulative', but the case is really that I can influence or 'direct' people's thought processes to be how I want it to be.
I'm highly sensitive to others' mood and emotion. I can tell that you're annoyed, before you even realize that you are. Or that you're flirting, even before you realize you like me.
Due to my sensitivity, I am an empath. When someone nearby is sad I feel their sadness, and when they are angry at something I feel hostile towards them because they are making me feel angry. To this reason, I dislike crowds because the level of emotion going on is overwhelming for me.
Some people have called me manipulative for changing myself to suit a person every time, however I cannot help it! I only want to be liked, is it so wrong to try to fit in? Why should I show my real self knowing that people would hate it? Whenever I hurt someone verbally or emotionally I feel sick of myself to the core.
I can get along with everyone, because I can be anyone.
I am so many things to so many people, that I'm lost in my identities. I don't know which one I am, and I believe that none of them is truly me. I feel like everyone is in a glass box and I am on the outside looking in.
I'm cheerful and charming around people, it's effortless for me - but when my euphoria dies, I revert to my brooding self and I feel ever so detached from the happy person I was moments ago. Sometimes I feel like that's the person I want to be, and yet that person is me.
I tend to avoid looking at people in the eye even as I'm laughing, because I'm afraid they can see the sadness and emptiness behind my smile.
I'm overly analytical and a good liar. When I lie, I justify, and even fall for my own lie. When I tell it, I honestly believe it, and when someone questions my lie, I get offended as if they're questioning the truth.
When I do something bad I always know the consequences to come, but I do it anyway. It's not that I act without thinking. I always say what's important is for me to be happy right now, and it's okay to be sad later.
I am a pessimist, so I always prepare for the worst to happen, and when it does, I don't panic, I don't regret, I feel nothing.
I often feel empty, hollow, like I'm not living my own life, as if I'm in a hazy dream. In my emptiness I feel like I want something but I don't know what. Then I realize maybe what I want, is to want something.
I don't feel sad or lonely, I just feel very.. heavy.. incomplete.. and just sorry for myself.
I bottle up my feelings and when I'm by myself have a sudden mood drop where I'd physically feel chest pain and just feel awful, but when it's over I go back to feeling flat.
There's so, so much more I want to say, but I feel like the thread is getting awfully long and past this point no one would get to the end. If anyone doesn't, I guess it's okay, because I did get to rant. Thanks for reading, however far you've gotten..