You are so right. I shouldn't let it bother me. Like a lot of things. I feel like, well, I am really a strong person. It just doesn't come across that way. Just like all the comments about me being too nice, or naive, or too stupid to understand, or not having any intellectual integrity, or only capable of being emotional and thinking with my heart and not my brain. I am worried now that somebody will say that I am also a whore, even though I never said anything about sex. The truth in a post doesn't seem to matter when there are all these guys who disregard what is posted and just say whatever they think is being posted. Dealing with people face-to-face is just so much easier for me, I guess.
Which is kinda funny, because I get so bored with dealing with people face-to-face, too. Even though I do a lot of organizing, volunteering, and generally working in the community. Yep, strange. No worries, though. It is just the dealing with personal topics that make me feel vulnerable. I was seriously scared, not uneasy or whatever, straight scared to bring up this topic. That doesn't make any sense at all, I know, but it is true. Maybe because I would have to face my own issues with this topic, and that scares me more than being called a whore by somebody I don't even know. Wow, it really does.
Guess I am just scared of myself. Probably because I am the one person I can't tune out or get away from. Other people can disappear, even if their hurtful words linger a bit.
Like, okay, last night in that group. There were a bunch of women sitting around, talking about boundaries for just about any relationship with people in our lives. From work, to family and friends, to children, etc. And then we talk about touch, the crazy topic burning a hole in my brain for the past week or so, as if it was always going to come up and my mind was already wrestling with it. Here they go, talking, saying all these great or powerful things, and what does Alyssa add to the group? Nope. Nothing. Scared to even face myself in front of these ladies who just bravely did that very thing in front of me. I was so mad at myself. I am a very good organizer, who has stood up in front of dozens or people and led events. I am not scared of a handful of women, or a room full of countless faces, but I am too scared to face myself at times.
It doesn't make any sense. Like this long rambling post. I should delete all of this. All of it.