Feelings

The hardest person to be and understand is me. 

Other people seem to make more sense, or I can make allowances for them, or I can even just avoid them, but not me.

I have to live with myself day in and day out, through thick and through thin and believe me there have been plenty of both!

I seem to be made of feelings.  Some of them so mysterious I may never sort them out and others so fleeting I don’t have to time to really even consider them.

The rest never seem to quite line up like those of the people around me, but then it is possible I don’t really know what they are feeling either.

In the end I suppose it doesn’t matter how I got them, they still fill me up and run over on a daily basis.  My job, whether I choose to accept it or not, is to learn to live with them.