More than a Feeling

"So many people have come and gone

Their faces fade as the years go by

Yet I still recall as I wander on

As clear as the sun in the summer sky"

It feels rather churlish to write about oneself on such a historically miserable day. A country has voted against its own Independence. The despondent melancholia has fallen like an early morning mist in Glencoe. In this wee postie I am going to speak about the people I associate with on Social Media so in other words YOU! Or maybe not you. As an empath who feels things keenly, from energies to feelings I have noticed a difference between the interactions of those who have not met me in real life and those that have. The ones that have, (this is a sweeping generalisation) tend to be rather dismissive and brief in their postings. A kind of 'the man's a fool and I shall not tarry to waste my time in response to him'. Those who haven't met me reflect the old time manners and respect that we would have to people in real life way back in the 1970s. A certain shyness shines through. I like shy people. I don't like arrogant people. Friends and family know that I am limited in my social interactions and find real people difficult. So if you have met me and are taking a wee bit of pleasure in diffidence, insolence, brevity, indifference. Well fuck yees! My first Psychiatrist diagnosed me as Hyper sensitive. The second with Bipolar Disorder. The way I feel at the moment, I think the first may be closer to the mark.