I’ve never thought deeply about that line in Great Gatsby until recently, about how careless Tom and Daisy were.
Truth is, I think that’s the way we all are. We’re all careless in some way, and I’m sure we’ve all trampled on someone’s feelings or hopes or dreams in some way.
I’d like to whine about how careless people of the world have broken my heart and reduced me to a turtle in shell more than out.
But the truth is, I am sure I’ve been a Tom or Daisy at one point. And I will most likely be a Tom or Daisy again, at some point in the future, despite my greatest efforts to not be.
I am trying very hard to be sensitive to others. And you know, I’ve recently come to terms with how sensitive I am. I used to play it cool and tell the world I don’t feel and I don’t care but I’m actually very much like a snail that finds the salt in everything.
The thing is, I know there is no intentional salt there. For the most part anyways, because the voice inside me that tells me everyone hates me and I am only spoken to out of pity. But for the most part, I can understand that people have better things to do than hate me and spite me. But I still manage to find poison in everything people say.
Is there really poison there? Even if you did not put it there, I have been poisoned. Because you are careless and because I am sensitive. Oh sensitive people of the world, it is a difficult place for us.
It just really sucks, because I go out of my way to try and make sure people are comfortable and I don’t say hurtful things, when there are very few people in the world who do this, and I am just doing a useless thing.
I really just need to toughen up. But why can’t we all be nice.