Monday, November 14, 2005

Sadness for strangers

I don't cry a lot. The things that can bring tears to my eyes are generally true stories about heroism and unselfish sacrifice. Like the story about all those firemen who died 9/11, trying to save people's lifes. Stories about people who got lost in the tsunami and later were found alive since someone took care of them. Those are the kind of stories that can make me cry and at the same time fill my heart with hope about humanity.

And then there's the every day heroism. People who fight against overwhelming odds, knowing they will lose, but never losing faith in miracles. Like Dorcasina, who's blog I read for the first time today through Bitch Ph.D. Dorcasina has lost her husband to cancer. He was almost ten years younger than me. Life's fucking unfair sometimes.


ScandinavienNova said...

Why is it easier to cry for unknown people then for your self? I am also like that..

It is a good thing when you can feel others pain. So many people just don't give a shit about strangers.

Next time it can be our self that's need a shoulder or a helping hand.

So I don't know if I should read D's blog today. :)

Btw.. är du inte det minsta nyfiken på vad jag menade med att "äta virus" ?? *S*

Me said...

Yeah, i already cried today so i can't read D's blog yet. I feel other people's pain a lot and can always reach out to them because i am not afraid of pain. Pain is a part of life and without it, we are just numb robots. But i've noticed that many people avoid people in pain because they just can't deal with it. That's so unfair because they need people to reach out to them.

P.S. I love men who can cry. It means they are in touch with their feelings.

fotopoetry said...

You guys are so right. It's so odd to me how people don't realize that what they have can change in the blink of an eye.

Sometimes I avoid being around people - like I don't feel strong enough to handle it. It seems sometimes people feel a crisis different when they're on the outside - not necessarily worse, but maybe more worried - empathetically - as if the person in the crisis has this unperceivable strength no one else has. I probably don't make any sense, but I've experienced this from both sides. Not understanding how someone is so calm when I'm on the outside, and then trying to figure out why others are so hyper when I reassure them - i'm fine and it will all work out.

I love, love, love the clocks on here. It'd probably take me a couple years to figure out how to do it though.

Virginia Gal said...

I cry for strangers also, I think it means we are human and have a sense of compassion within is (at least that is what I'd like to think).

PissedOffPencil said...

ScandinavianNova: I've already gueesed that you meant some old bread.

Evanglia: I have a hard time reaching out to people that are in pain. Not because I'm afraid of it but because I'm not much of a support. I always manage to say the most stupid things...

Fotopoetry: Welcome to my blog! You described exactly what I meant. :)

VirginiaGal: Yes, where would humanity be without compassion?

ScandinavienNova said...

Nooo.. It was sooo much worse then old bread.. I promise you that *urk*