Sense and insensitivity

As of today, I need to work on being less sensitive.

Because I have been told--I am rather, too sensitive. Which I am not sure if it is true or not...but I will take that to be the case for now, because else, as what I have been told, I would be very miserable.

Sensitivity and paranoia are just a line apart. I think I may be becoming more of the latter unknowingly and tipping the balance.

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In an attempt to involve my parents in my wedding preparation, I had told them excitedly that the wedding cake which my cousin sent 4 months ago cost $6.80.

I don't know what you think of it, but it was JUST a comment on my part.

I had wanted to update my parents on the wedding cakes issue...that was the opening line.

But their reaction was totally alarming, at least to me.

"WHY ARE YOU SO STINGY?" came their unanimous reply.

Huh? I wasn't sure what stinginess had to do with it.

All I know is that I feel hurt inside.

I shared this story with N and asked for her opinion.

That was her reply--I was too sensitive for my own good.

Was that really the case?

I don't know. I only know that my intentions --if I were really sensitive--were good. I didn't want myself to be an A**hole or a pain in the neck. I didn't want to be totally oblivious of what others thought of me.

Maybe, maybe, I wanted to be an angel. That is clearly not in my conscious mind, but it could be lurking in my subconscious.

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And so, I shall stop trying to be so sensitive.

Although I am not sure how successful I will be.

But I will try.