Yes, you need. I have no idea what that all has to do with being overly sensitive, an accusation I’d heard from articulate, funny, anti-military East Coasters.
He over came polio as a child. He’s played a much beloved character on an equally beloved television series. He stood up for what he believes in. He and his wife have been married for almost sixty years-an amazing feat in Hollywood. He’s able to poke fun at himself and doesn’t take himself too seriously.
Well, it’s more like (a still impressive) 48 years. When he smashed Jill Clayburgh in the head with a wine bottle in Whispers in the Dark, I almost felt like cheering. Take that, mister sensitivity!
D’oh, I read the wrong date in IMDB. Never mind, still, 48 years, that’s wonderful.
I tried to picture myself as a drama queen, and it’s pretty funny. Even when other people’s emotions are strongly affecting me, they probably never know it - truly sensitive people also learn to hide their emotions.
Man with Friend with Cancer “Going through a Rough Time”
I totally agree with the OP x1000. I get a real reputation as a bitch both IRL and on the Interweb because I’m the kind of person who tells it like it is, and doesn’t bother to soften the message with smilies or hug marks. When it comes down to it, most of those huggy-wuggy people don’t even care about someone’s problem; they just want to cram you with so many “good vibes” that you’ll feel obligated to smile and then they’re like “see, you’re not depressed anymore, GOOD VIBES for all!” and I find that totally patronizing and counterproductive. Like, when someone I know has a problem, I will talk to them about it until they don’t want to anymore, and I might tell them some things they don’t want to hear, but I will have a real interest in helping them work their situation out. Because I am empathetic, I can tell the difference between someone who’s just smiling for my benefit and someone who is really comfortable and happy, and I don’t want that first type of person to exist. I think some people are so uncomfortable with the idea of other people being uncomfortable and unhappy around them that they have this obsessive drive to make everyone suit their own image of what a “happy person” looks like, and I think that is pretty self-centered. I would rather help one person through a tough time than hug fifty people just to bring a fleeting smile to their faces. Especially when most of those smiles will be fake.
Off to MPSIMS.