I think a lot of folks experience so much emotion, that it's amazing how well they function. It's as though some physical autopilot must "kick in" to get the mundane work tasks done, while the inner life resembles all those tornado storms which seem to afflict Oklahoma lately.
Sometimes the LiveJournal experience points up for me the way in which the inner life can be such a roller coaster. I think of one journal, not on my friends' list, in which the journaller, a bright, capable person, went in the space of literally about nine weeks from break-up-and-declaration-that-all-relati
I just wonder at the way in which some folks are so full of life and energy and tremendous fragility. They work so hard, with super-glue pasting together the most tender egg shells. They run headlong into huge, impregnable walls, confident that they can break them down. They see themselves as failures, but I see them as so brave. I note that their deep valleys often come with huge, magnificent mountain heights. I just wish sometimes I could give people the gift of seeing themselves as being as cool as I see them, but the sentiment could never really translate into effective words. But people are so brave--and so fragile.