Bitter rejection

Are Empaths all over sensitive??

Generally speaking yes...but not all highly sensitive people are Empaths...an Empath internalizes and feels emotions...much stronger than one who is only overly sensitive... Her is an explanation from a professional that makes sense to me..

""Empaths share all the traits of what Dr. Elaine Aron has called “Highly Sensitive People,” or HSPs. These include: a low threshold for stimulation; the need for alone time; sensitivity to light, sound, and smell; and an aversion to large groups. It also takes highly sensitive people longer to wind down after a busy day, since their ability to transition from high stimulation to being quiet is slower. Highly sensitive people are typically introverts, while empaths can be introverts or extroverts(although most are introverts).""

Ok....so i have this whole plan for these polished, highly informational posts on Empathy...i still have them in raw form...but instead i am going to blurt out a more personal opinion...bare with me....so you interact with this person....they seem very kind and caring...almost creepy...so you break off the interaction to deal with your own problems... Totally fair and understandable....now u can focus on your pain..try to get over it and move on...excellent...the Empath?...cannot do that...there are stuck with your pain...even if u broke off interaction...and now the pain of loss...and there normal issues... Sounds odd...irrational...yes...3 times the pain...welcome to the world of the Empath...

Well...here i go....first...i talk too much....i joke too much...i hide behind a vail...this does not make me unique or special...to some it makes me seem caring... To many it makes me an asshole...i am probably some of both...but watching people here talk of hopes and fears... Exposing themselves for all to see...made me make an unusual decision...to talk about part of me i almost never discuss...maybe only one person knows of this...now this is not a plea for attention or pity...i need neither... It is an attempt to give insight...maybe cause thought...and i also believe many relate....what the hell am i talking about??...hold on..geez...i am talking about Obi-waun Kenobi.... When Alderan was destroyed.."I felt a great disturbance in the Force, as if millions of voices suddenly cried out in terror and were suddenly silenced. I fear something terrible has happened."

Welcome to the life of an Empath....

Part Two to follow.

May her pain be mine....

For i can bare it...

May my smile be hers....

So she may wear it.....

May her tears cease....

While mine flow free....

When she asks me to wait....

May i humbly agree....

And on that sunny day....

When she offers her heart.. 

May i simply accept....

My sacred part....

This day....

As any other day....

I rose, apprehensive...

My thoughts, of her.....

The prey, the prize...

But at what cost....

Be it my soul....

I will not weep....

So i confide my dream....

I bare my soul....

I move among the beasts...

The stench of flesh....

Fools devoured, for what....

A vision, a dream... 

So we praise there deeds....

We sing there hymns....

But what is lost...

Who is truly blessed....

I say do not weep....

They...

Are free...

At last....

Aimlessly i did travel....

From shore to hostile shore....

In vain did i follow the myth....

The myth of beauty.....

The myth of pride....

From lie to lie I stumbled....

Fueled by fear and vanity....

My own praise i did believe...

Time i did not have....

My lust to feed i must.....

From hurt to pain....

My demons did demand....

I cursed the night....

Yet hid from the light....

Then...

Like a soft mist...

She moved over my soul....

I felt her touch....

Though miles from her still....

Her lips soft....

Her voice sweet....

She touched my heart....

Be it only for a moment...

And the demons....

Took flight....

As she gave of herself...

The gift....

...

The crash of the broad sword into the thicket echoed as thunder into the creeping dusk.....The muscles of this imposing warrior rippled much as wheat in the soft breeze of a midsummer's eve...but no foothold was gained...the  thicket seemed to consume him....he paused...peering into the mist just beyond...was that the flutter of wings...it filled his nostrils....the soft scent of lavender...her fragile frame as she moved....he sighed...then paused again...a soft whisper.. As if the air around him had softly been pulled away...a small grin crossed his face....he spoke without turning..."Lord Jackal...has Fang sent you to collect my bones after the hounds pick them clean of flesh."....he chuckled to himself..he turned as two soft grey eyes appeared from the mist....The Jackal grinned in response... A glimpse of a long white fang shown between his lips.....""Not at all M'Lord...i come on my own accord...to offer some words in regard to your hunt...that you may consider a more subtle approach...and as for your bones...it is well known that the hounds of these woods survive by staying quite clear of The Slayers blade."....The Slayer chuckled a bit...this was The Jackal..an assassin with no equal...yet he was a friend...and one of the few he trusted...The Slayer turned slowly as he spoke....""You may always speak my friend...as of late i know not that I have the sense to listen.""....Jackal nodded in agreement...then spoke...the respect he held for this warrior of legend shown in each word he spoke...."In the early days M' Lord...i watched as time and again you led us in battle...and we destroyed armies many times our number... And each night...your wise words were the same...and it is these words i now say to you....Become your prey."'

The crash of the broad sword into the thicket echoed as thunder into the creeping dusk.....The muscles of this imposing warrior rippled...much as wheat in the soft breeze of a midsummer's eve...but no foothold was gained...the  thicket seemed to consume him....he paused...peering into the mist just beyond...was that the flutter of wings...it filled his nostrils....the soft scent of lavender...her fragile frame as she moved....he sighed...then paused again...a soft whisper.. As if the air around him had softly been pulled away...a small grin crossed his face....he spoke without turning..."Lord Jackal...has Fang sent you to collect my bones after the hounds pick them clean of flesh."....he chuckled to himself..he turned as two soft grey eyes appeared from the mist....The Jackal grinned in response... A glimpse of a long white fang shown between his lips.....""Not at all M'Lord...i come on my own accord...to offer some words in regard to your hunt...that you may consider a more subtle approach...and as for your bones...it is well known that the hounds of these woods survive by staying quite clear of The Slayers blade."....The Slayer chuckled a bit...this was The Jackal..an assassin with no equal...yet he was a friend...and one of the few he trusted...The Slayer turned slowly as he spoke....""You may always speak my friend...as of late i know not that I have the sense to listen.""....Jackal nodded in agreement...then spoke...the respect he held for this warrior of legend shown in each word he spoke...."In the early days M' Lord...i watched as time and again you led us in battle...and we destroyed armies many times our number... And each night...your wise words were the same...and it is these words i now say to you....Become your prey."'