I think to much.
Everything is interesting to me. Most of if it, interesting to no one. I can’t tell you how many times I ask Sarah “Hey, have you ever thought of ______?”
“Isn’t that interesting though? It’s never crossed your mind?”
I love to know why things happen and how they work. But this need I have can cause a lot of damage.
On more than one occasion I can think of someone sharing their excitement, “look at this” or “you’ll never guess what I got” or “look what I’m being asked to do”.
Instantly I want to understand. Why is that interesting? Why would you buy that? Who would possibly ask you to do this?
I can be a real jerk.
I just can’t understand the why or how and so I try. I start to ask questions, but my questions don’t encourage, the discourage. Often my questions don’t add to the excitement but quash it.
Often my need to understand robs the person I’m speaking with of their joy and happiness.
Maybe this never happens to you. Maybe you’re great at being excited with someone.
But if you’re like me, we have got to be less selfish, because there is nothing loving about it.
I so want you to care about this.
I so want this to mean something to you.
I so want this life for you.
I so want you to want this life.
Why is it so hard?
Why doesn’t God make this easier?
Why isn’t this just how we are?
Why do we need to change?
What am I doing wrong?
What is it that I can’t show you?
What is it that I can’t teach you?
What is it I can’t help you to feel?
What am I missing?
Sometimes when all of these thoughts come I don’t know what to do. I just want to yell. I want to shake people. I want to press and be harsh. I want to scream. I want to leave people where they are because that’s all they want anyway. I want to not come back to someone who is content with what seems to me like a life that’s just existence. I don’t want to meet them where they are at, I want to drag them to what’s better. I want just loving people to not be enough. I want an excuse or reason or permission to make people a project because that is so much easier. I want love to be easier. I want life to be easier, mine and theirs. I want to give up on people. I want to just care about me.
I just thought you may appreciate knowing how I feel about compassion sometimes.