Irony, Irony...

I find that I can easily express the way I feel through writing. I put my thoughts together and just write it down and a sense of relief washes over me. But the same thought if I try to put in word, before I write it down, comes all wrong and sounds odd to me itself. Now the irony is that I am not able to write anything down as I tell myself that I have no time. I usually keep a journal for myself (not like your everyday what I did journal, but the occasional, random thoughts journal!!!). But now my pages in my journal are over and I dont have the time to go buy one (or so I tell myself!!! I cant believe I am too lazy to go down over to the store and buy one...its just a 5 mins walk!!). And so whenever I want to express myself I am stuck because I cannot write it down!!!!!! Now I dont wanna write it down in some book or pages for the fear thta someone might read it ( even though it is not an everyday journal its too special for me).

And when I sit down to write a blog, half way through I get stuck and I tend to save all of them as drafts. It is such an irony that the one thing that gives me solace and helps me express myself, my writing, am not able to commit myslef to it as much as I would like to. Hmmmm.

Now I am goin INSANE!!!!!!!!!!! Argghhhhhhhh!!!

In your shoes

Its sad that sometimes we are not able to see that a person is hurting because all the time all that person does is to make it hard for us to like them. Sometimes the things they do just make us irritate and think to ourselves that they are being selfish. But we fail to see what might cause them to be this way. And we just think that they were born to be like this...born to make our lives miserable!
I experienced such a situation recently. I never liked that particular person too much to be good friends with him/her. He/she never seemed approachable. But only later did i come to know what was taunting him/her life. I started to see things their way. I always try to put myself in their shoe and try to feel how they are feeling. It gives me a clearer perspective on what that person is going through.
Now i feel sympathy for that person. Every action that he/she is showing is a result of his/her emotional stress, their need for a company, to not be left alone by everyone. Even though I might not understand how they feel completely, I can say I understand. I'll try and be more understanding. This I promise to myself.