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The alchemist

Fear of suffering is worse than suffering itself

From Thought Catalog

But I think the bluntest people are people who understand what it is to feel nothing. They know that being numb is worse than getting hurt. Give me sweet. Give me sour. Give me something so hot it burns my tongue. As long as I can taste it, whatever that may be. As long as I’m not trapped in a never-ending blandness. It is something you can lose yourself in – that wondering when the not-feeling will end. 

Because when a blunt person gets hit head-on by a speeding freight train of feelings, the impact cannot just be ignored. The contrast is undeniable. Suddenly there are feelings that don’t fall into the buckets of apathy, indifference, lethargy, and aloofness a blunt person knows so well. Suddenly there is something to say.

And a blunt person is too smart to not know how rare, how special it is to have anything to say at all. To feel something that is worthy of words. Words that make you nauseous in a way that your first reaction is to try and hold them down because they make the room spin, but also in a way you know that deep down, letting go is necessary. That spewing is the only way you’ll find relief.

Because at their core, a blunt person is the most genuine kind of person you will ever meet. What they occasionally lack in tact, they will make up for in honesty and loyalty. A blunt person will tell you when they fall in love, and when they fall out of it. Because a blunt person refuses to live in anything other than reality, and they would never subject anyone else to living a lie or even so much as a half-truth. They know it’s just not possible to sustain. 

They’ve tried to manufacture feelings in the past, tried to fake their way into caring about the somethings or someones that looked good on paper, and found that despite all their efforts, there was just nothing there. And the only thing worse for a blunt person than faking feelings, is to fake not having them. To pretend the feelings just don’t exist after acutely experiencing their absence for so long. This is a blunt person’s worst nightmare.

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