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I am one of those lucky (and yet unlucky) people who is blessed (or cursed) with the ability to feel extreme emotion. I've never thought about it very much analytically, but a couple of weeks ago I was talking with a friend after I'd had a really bad day, and I asked, "Don't you ever feel just miserable?" His response was that no he didn't. I was shocked, but then realized that not very many people have the strong emotions that I have on a regular basis very often. I thought about it for another minute, and decided that I didn't want to change. I hate the low times. Feeling miserable really is miserable, and I don't enjoy it. However, there is a scripture that says that there must be opposition in all things. If they never knew misery how could they know happiness. In all honesty I would never willingly give up the times of misery if I knew that I would also have to give up the times of bliss.

I can't find the exact quote, but it's very like something Anne said in Anne of Green Gables. I love to fly. The thump when you hit the ground is rather unpleasant, but I would rather take the thumps than give up the flying.
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Origen said…
Amen Rin! Don't let it get you down. Better to live in the extremes of life then endure the doldrums. Mediocrity is the truest curse. Emotion sucks sometimes, but life isn't life without both the good and the bad, without the disperate extremes.
May 29, 2012 at 10:41 AM
sage said…
I have a friend who's gone through periods when he didn't take his medication because he didn't like giving up the manic phases. The depressed phases have been very difficult for him and his family. I'm grateful to be in a more moderate place, as are those who live with me, so I take mine. Without extremes we wouldn't have Napoleon or Mozart. Or Iron Man. But it's good to know no emotion is the final emotion.
May 29, 2012 at 8:52 PM
Unknown said…
I understand what you're saying. I feel the same way a lot, and sometimes I don't understand why people don't feel so unbearably happy or so unbearably miserable.
June 17, 2012 at 2:52 PM

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