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So...Tuesday night...incredibly bad dream. Dreamed that my mom died, I went home and everyone was blaming me for some reason, and then suddenly I was back in elementary school, and everyone was just plain being mean and nasty and stuff. Hard time waking up from it, til Leah came ut and started making noise on the computer. After work Wednesday night, I had a long discussion with Tanner, starting off with said dream and venturing off into other incredibly emotional issues.

Yeah. A lot is happening to me, around me. Things are sorta clicking. Had another occurence last night where someone who barely knows me felt comfortable with telling me about something they usually avoid talking about, said they had a gut instinct that I could be trusted.

I sometimes wonder why people feel that I'm so safe to tell their most painful stories. Friends I can understand. Random aquaintences?

I'm not complaining. I feel really...honored that people feel safe trusting me. It's almost mind-blowing. But at the same time...why me? Why am I so special?

the person last night had their theory...anyone else care to pitch an idea?

Comments

[linzbinz.livejournal.com]

I think that a lot of it could be that you seem to be very comfortable with yourself. It would be a lot easier to tell somebody your deepest darkest everything if they were confident, than if they were having huge problems themselves, and not really seeming in control. Eh, I'm just smoking crack. *shru
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