I've always said that stupidity should be painful because there'd be a whole lot less of it around. Stupid and annoying set me off, too but I have to admit, when it comes to people I love, I am short with them when they don't think like me or do things the way I think is best.
I'll admit, I'm efficient, effective, have incredible forethought and a great task master on all accounts BUT all of that has very little to do with feelings.
Plus, I'll admit, I'm a bit prejudiced against men. I know that sounds weird but I swear my father didn't have an unplanned emotion and I noticed that very early on. I think I've built on the understanding that men are less emotional so I've mentally decided that men are emotionless. Talk about a gross over generalization that is clearly just not true.
When speaking with H, I have to constantly remind myself that the man has feelings. That he's not just a brilliant composer who is also a confused, ADHD lump constantly looking for his keys. There are feelings and thoughts and hopes and expectations there, too. I have been BAD about seeing him as basically human and I'm so ashamed by that realization.
I'm under no illusion why he left. It hurts but I've never been more clear on what I need to do.
