sensitivity
nr
one
of
the
doublest, edgiest swords.
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...
warmthofrelease
I
feel
so
strongly
becomes
I
don't
want
to
feel
so
often
becomes
it's
easier
to
just
feel
less
becomes
I'd
rather
not
feel
anything
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...
raze
i
was
made
to
believe
this
was
a
weakness
for
far
too
long
.
now
i'm
pretty
sure
it's
a
superpower
.
like
all
superpowers,
it
has
its
perks
and
its
pitfalls.
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...
releaseofwarmth
(bleeds)
look
at
this
art
I
made
.
Yeah
.
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...
ovenbird
I
have
similarly
spent
much
of
my
life
believing
that
sensitivity
is
a
curse
.
I
can
’t
even
count
the
times
I
have
been
told
that
I
am
“
too
sensitive
”
and
“
think
too
much
.”
The
rhetoric suggests
that
to
be
sensitive
is
to
be
broken
and
if
you
are
broken
you
should
try
to
be
something
else
.
I
have
wasted
far
too
much
of
my
life
trying
to
be
something
else
and
I
’m
done
with
that
.
As
I
age
I
am
realizing
that
I
have
blamed sensitivity
for
my
anxiety
and
depression
without
also
giving
it
credit
for
the
depth
of
my
joy
.
I
have
assumed
that
everyone
has
the
capacity
for
a
full
bodied expansive
delight
when
entering
the
shrine
of
an
ancient
forest
.
I
have
assumed
that
others
could
,
if
they
tried
,
experience
live
music
so
transportive
that
they
would
sob
in
their
seats.
I
have
assumed
that
others
feel
a
similar
call
towards
meaning
when
the
snowdrops
first
brave
the
world
aboveground
in
January
.
But
I
am
discovering
that
not
everyone
has
this
capacity
at
all
.
Reading
Susan Cain’s
book
Quiet
drove
all
of
this
home
for
me
.
We
live
in
a
world
that
does
not
value
the
skills
and
unique
perspectives
of
introverts.
We
’re
all
supposed
to
be
more
outgoing,
more
outspoken,
bigger
and
louder
and
willing
to
self
promote
at
every
turn
.
Our
societies
might
look
different
if
more
things
were
given
into
the
care
of
sensitive
introverts
but
the
primacy
of
extroverts endures. Barely
a
day
goes
by
when
I
don’t
feel
that
being
alive
is
an
astoundingly
bad
fit
for
a
person
like
me
,
but
I
go
on
anyway
,
waiting
for
the
moments
of
delight
to
find
me
.
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go
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