comfort

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Marissa Lingen shares some insight on why providing comfort isn't always comfortable or easy:

If you're going to be close with someone — especially if you're going to live with them — I think it's a good idea to know how you each handle crisis. Do you want to talk it out, cry it out, hug it out, in some other way deal with another person about it? Is primate grooming of fleas the order of the day when the other orders of the day have all been sucky? Or are you going off to your cave by yourself to either lick your wounds or just not think about it?

…forcing someone else to deal with their crisis points in your way is pretty damned insensitive, if you ask me.

I'm a cave-huddler, myself. This will come as no surprise to any who know my reclusive nature, of course 😉

5 thoughts on “comfort

  1. I go cave, then I go PITY ME! Then I go cave. Then I go PITY ME!

    I'm pretty sure I come out of the cave just to confirm that someone cares I'm not a happy chappy. Or not even care, just acknowledge my MISERY.

    And to eat.

  2. I'm totally a cave huddler. I think, "no one will understand!" so I keep it to myself. And I eat. hehe Not a very healthy way to deal. Luckily (or unfortunately I guess) my husband is the same way.

  3. I think if you're both huddlers, then at least providing comfort to the other won't stress you. I can only think this is a good thing.

    Totally with you on the eating thing.

  4. I eat. I also run, crank the tunes, or go for a walk by myself. But then I always want some "pity me" afterward, as an awknowlegement of my discomfort.

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