I Bottle My Emotions

Yeah, yeah, yeah….I know it’s not good. Well I know they say it’s not good for you, but I believe that’s just because the release valve on a person is unidentifiable until it blows. If you think about all or at least most of our “high profile” court cases only come because somebody reached that pressure point and slipped over the edge.  From OJ to Casey Anthony (not dude who gave MJ too many drugs though…that brother was wrong for that) these events take place because for whatever reason one human being snapped under the pressure.

Ever felt like that before? Haven’t? You a lie (grammar) or you haven’t been living life.

I said all that just to get back around to my original point. Do what you want but I bottle my emotions. The only reason I do that is because I have confidence in the recognition of my release valve. Basically what I’m saying is that I know when it’s time to just cease and desist. I do believe that every battle can be fought and won but sometimes the victory comes with a price that’s too high.

For example: As much as I’m tempted to take to my blog with the much needed tongue lashing for every ignorant person who ever put their wiry, weasel, church going face into my business, I will not defame my blog by calling your name and attaching your picture onto my blog. I feel it would be well within my rights to do it. Through that process I would undoubtedly encounter attention or a response from at least some of the aforementioned individuals, and in this or some public forum, I would be able to prove who was right and who was wrong. I would win.

Sidebar: there was a very special person in my life who told me, “You only see life in right and wrong and that’s your problem. Nobody else cares,” and evidently she was right. That’s all I see so I KNOW I would win.

But….. how much would that really cost me? In my opinion, the price would be too great so I choose to bottle it all in. I squeeze everything down into a ball of unused emotion and put it somewhere between my heart and my stomach. In that place, I don’t really have to worry about my heart bleeding over because I didn’t put it there, and I don’t have to eat either because that little bit of weight right above my stomach quells any hunger. So what I’m left with is a fully functional individual who sees right and wrong in stark colors and who doesn’t need outside comfort or release options.

Awwwww (insert sad face). Sounds sad huh? Not really. Think about it for a minute. What are you really going to do when that person vents? Are you really serious about fixing problems for someone else? Are you good for anything more than listening and forgetting? The truth about it is, most people have their own problems to worry about and that’s why I bottle my emotions.