I fell like I'm about to burst

My empath abilities are completely overwhelming me.....damn these people I live with, why can't they just be content for one fucking day?
As soon as I walked through the door I was suffocated by J's pissy attitude, and E's depression.
And now J's cranky attitude is overwhelming my senses, and in turn I'm being bitchy.
*grr*

 

i feel liek i'm gonna burst too.. but its because i've been eating way too fucking much candy.

my surroundings are not that bad because i'm open to letting it get better.

 

I'm about to flip out on them and ask them what the hell is wrong.

 

it's hard being a sensitive empath =\. maybe your stress and this situation can be a lesson for you in compassion? i dont know the situation too well, and truly, shouldn't be the one who's word you take as ALL THAT AND A BAGOCHIPS, but i have been waking up to my empathy lately, and, from my experience - you gotta take care of yourself first, simply in preparing for taking on such burdens.
when i say lesson in compassion, i dont mean that you NEED to be moderator for allll this, you actually shouldn't be grand central station, buttttt, do your best by sharing your love the best you know how, the best you can. you're going to always be growing with your empathy, learning and growing - hopefully in Love's direction - impending towards the Beautiful =).
To prepare yourself for burden, just know that you are sensative, and just try to fill yourself with Good Intentions. Goooodness knows you dont want to fuel any of these fires, and you're just stuck in the middle of some hecticness right now, but if you've got good love to share and spread, maybe you can resolve some of the hecticness? Send and pray for them love, and from my experience, it not only eventually see's them through, but you'll be able to walk into you room with a smile on your face, after walking by J and his yatta yatta, E and her yatta yatta, and Q with her whathaveyou tempers =P.
much much love, and peace!

 

sensory deprivation of the emotional sort.....


FPS's are usually good for that.....

 

you call asking someone about their problems 'flipping out'? isnt asking them what the hell is wrong the first thing you shoudl have done when you walked in the room and were effected by their emotions?

 

Mmm beautiful MagnanimityMan. Yes, as a very empathy-prone person myself, what I'm now gradually learning to do and as-fully-as-possible realize in each moment is that I have so many energy receptors, and that they are not grabbing hands or magnets, but what they really are collectively is a riverbed or a 'flow facilitator.' Wow, that last sentence confused me, too. What I mean is, we don't gather the feelings that we receive from other people to store them, we gather them to experience them/let them flow through us.

So when you feel the energy of J's pissy attitude, in my experience the most satisfying thing is to not try to do anything about it, but to just notice it. Notice it with the curiousity of a child, with amazement and fascination! These feelings are what makes up the experience of being ALIVE. When I hold on to feelings or judge their source (which I SO often do), I separate myself from them and feel... well, pissy.

A man named Eckhart Tolle said "It is not the things that happen to us that disturb us, but the thoughts we have about them."

Eckhart is pretty cool, and no he isn't dead, he is alive and well living in Vancouver.

Take care, insomniac_devi,
Namaste

 

True, I probably could have asked them what was wrong as soon as I came in, but seeing as how this stuff happens all the time, I just didn't feel like dealing with it right then and there.
I asked them about it later, and they totally denied everything, which is such a load of crap because they know that I know....but later E came in and told me the whole story...J was pissed because he couldn't go play Magic the Gathering this weekend, and E was sad because she's carrying his child, and thinks he won't make a good father.

 

and that is why you totally need to play some counterstrike


remember, grenades for campers....