I often stay quiet in groups, sometimes because I don’t have the right words to say, sometimes because I’d rather listen than speak. I’m afraid to be understood, yet afraid not to be.
I’m afraid of saying too much. I’m afraid that if I start, that I just won’t stop… There’s just too much water pressing against the dam and I’m afraid that if I let it go, it’ll just flood the whole space. It’s like the Superchick song, Stand In The Rain. “She fears if she cries that first tear, the tears will not stop raining down.”
The trouble with this is that my life begins to look put together, then I become unrelatable. Then I don’t know what to do. My life isn’t as perfect as it may sometimes outwardly look. I don’t like the masks, but sometimes my masks aren’t to protect me, they’re to protect the ones I care about.
INFJ Ramblings 
“sometimes my masks aren’t to protect me, they’re to protect the ones I care about.”–That’s a very profound observation. Most people like to have someone listening, so it’s not a bad thing to be the quiet one. J.
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Thank you for your comment. 🙂
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Can very much relate to this. The feeling of ‘said too much’ isn’t a fun one. But also not saying anything at all isn’t much better. Wonder if there’s a balance we can find.
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I’m sure there is, it just takes a while to get there. Here’s to finding that balance! 🙂
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