The_Altrox
Smash Lord
Link to original post: [drupal=3560]I learned something about myself. The more miserable my friends are, the happier I am[/drupal]
It sounds terrible, but it's true. Now I'm not the guy who gets straight joy out of peoples' misfortune, and I would never want to cause somebody pain for my own gain, but...
Back in December, this girl I was friends with was going through a rough patch with her friends and her family. Being an outside party in the situation, she turned to me as a crying shoulder. Over the next few months, we spent a lot of time together, and I even began to like her a little bit (that's another story if anybody cares.) But it was weird. With her confiding in me for everything, despite the sadness of the whole situation, it made me feel... good.
When things started to get better though, everything changed. She started talking with me less. While I was happy she was happy, it was really bittersweet that I was left behind. And I began to fall back into my normal demeanor (I'm semi-emo irl, but only a few people actually know this.)
Along with her, other friends would talk with me about problems, though not to as great an extent. BUt when they did, I felt as though their pain empowered me.
It's really weird. I guess I just feel like I'm needed when people are sad. It's a great feeling, but it consequently leaves me sadder when they don't need me anymore and I just become "that guy" again.
Just me rambling. I just leech off emotions I guess.
It sounds terrible, but it's true. Now I'm not the guy who gets straight joy out of peoples' misfortune, and I would never want to cause somebody pain for my own gain, but...
Back in December, this girl I was friends with was going through a rough patch with her friends and her family. Being an outside party in the situation, she turned to me as a crying shoulder. Over the next few months, we spent a lot of time together, and I even began to like her a little bit (that's another story if anybody cares.) But it was weird. With her confiding in me for everything, despite the sadness of the whole situation, it made me feel... good.
When things started to get better though, everything changed. She started talking with me less. While I was happy she was happy, it was really bittersweet that I was left behind. And I began to fall back into my normal demeanor (I'm semi-emo irl, but only a few people actually know this.)
Along with her, other friends would talk with me about problems, though not to as great an extent. BUt when they did, I felt as though their pain empowered me.
It's really weird. I guess I just feel like I'm needed when people are sad. It's a great feeling, but it consequently leaves me sadder when they don't need me anymore and I just become "that guy" again.
Just me rambling. I just leech off emotions I guess.