Shutting Up.

First order of business is to learn to shut my mouth. Learn to shut it up with people who don't want me to talk, learn to shut it up with people who want to do nothing more than just use me, learn to shut it up with people who really only want to talk to me because they want to pinpoint one of my flaws (I get it, I have a million and a little more), learn to shut it up with people who have zero to negative interest in talking to me and only do so because they have to, learn to shut it up with everyone who can't handle me. So, summing it all up leaves me with a big crowd of zero people that I can freely talk to.

Hello there, I'm the Earthian.

I guess, that's not the worst of things. I guess, sometimes I misunderstood cues. When someone actually initiates conversation with me, it's not because they want to talk to me, it's because they have something to tell me. At first glance, one might wonder what in the world I'm talking about, but having something to say and talking are very different. Having something to say is objective, something that gets done and dusted the moment it is dealt with. Talking? Well, talking takes effort. It's something that is supposed to be mutual, something that cannot in the least go well when only one person of the two involved is actually involved. And my problem is that I usually don't know when someone isn't interested because it's them who initiate the conversation. It's confusing, people are confusing and more often than not, I only get hurt. Too hurt and I don't know if I deserve that. The only solution is to shut my mouth up and take things for whatever they are. I'm not going to lie, not going to pretend that it doesn't hurt me, because it does hurt me. Being this vulnerable isn't usually my choice of action but sometimes, writing it down and putting it out here is the only option that I'm left with.

Love, peace.