tedgresham
Writer, Thinker, Trouble Maker
The word for that is longing. I agree with everyone else, it's a normal experience to feel longing, even when you have others. It's better than apathy but more painful, of course. I've felt that way. I'm an affection addict and my wife is the opposite. There's been times I just wanted to scream for want of a hug, an assurance that I am important. I'm lucky these days, my kids are huggers like me. But still, there's emptiness, especially when the week days come and I'm here by myself all day. Seasons affect me. Fall really screws me over. Always has. Through the years after loosing people I care about I want THEIR hugs. *********, I think, I just don't want to live another day. But it always goes on bye. I have to remind myself that "this too will pass."
There's a few things I can do to break out of that. One is to reach around and drag my *** up and do something different. Ever once in a while I can just stomp and curse and scream and get it out of my system. Sometimes, though, I just wallow in it. I play forlorn music and sink into the muck. It will burn out. It's like when you eat the same thing over and over until you just never want to look at it. It's not real popular in our culture but having a personal pity party when we're alone is kind'a cathartic. Nothing cleans out cobwebs in our heart and guts like bawling our eyeballs out, whether you soak up a pillow or they're all inside. Most important is to learn to believe in yourself and your own value. Affection is validation and if we can't get it we have to validate ourselves.
Too bad hugs are not transmittable through email, right?
There's a few things I can do to break out of that. One is to reach around and drag my *** up and do something different. Ever once in a while I can just stomp and curse and scream and get it out of my system. Sometimes, though, I just wallow in it. I play forlorn music and sink into the muck. It will burn out. It's like when you eat the same thing over and over until you just never want to look at it. It's not real popular in our culture but having a personal pity party when we're alone is kind'a cathartic. Nothing cleans out cobwebs in our heart and guts like bawling our eyeballs out, whether you soak up a pillow or they're all inside. Most important is to learn to believe in yourself and your own value. Affection is validation and if we can't get it we have to validate ourselves.
Too bad hugs are not transmittable through email, right?