I used to think I projected my imagination into the conversation. That I was just making up stories of what was going on in a person's head when they were speaking and sometimes their words and their hearts were in two completely different places.
But really, it's not a story I'm making up - I can hear the other end of the conversation and it's not always pretty.
I can hear their hurt, their anger, their pain, past the words...and sometimes it's directed at me. So normal conversations that sound fine one the outside have invisible layers that only I can see and hear.
Today I woke up feeling invincible, powerful, full.
And then a couple of sentences from someone and I now feel fragile and powerless.
Before you tell me that no one can make me feel that way, that it's a choice - I agree. That's true.
And it still hurts because I can't explain why something so seemingly little can cut so deep. Because it feels like a MacTruck instead of a piece of paper. Because we can hear the WHOLE thing instead of the visible.
So that's where I'm sitting right now. Shocked and confused and a wee bit unsure. Wishing I didn't have superpowers once in a while...