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Why One, But Not the Other?
There is a lot of angst and sadness and anger in the world, and I seem to be able to easily, instinctively absorb those feelings from others. I wonder why I do not internalize others' happiness in that way. Their happiness, while real to me, is always separate from my own feelings. In contrast, I feel their sadness as though it is my own.
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I am touched when I count my blessings. When I count someone else's blessings I feel happy if I have the same blessings, sad/angry if their blessings are ones I wanted but have not received, and nothing otherwise. In contrast, when I hear of someone's sadness, even if I do not personally know them, I am instantly able to put myself in their shoes and feel my own version of their pain, even if I have never had their experience. In fact, I do this so instinctively that I have to make a conscious effort not to get sucked into a depressive state. I would like to be able to do the same with others' happiness.
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Worked for me. :-)
Sadness, fear, and anger unfortunately, does have an 'odor' that is difficult to remove from the soul. It needs to be bleached out with plenty of sunshine. Music is a great agent for this. Use liberally.
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Paid attention. I do a lot of living through my ears. I noted that a lot of things drifting into my hearing were things that shifted my mood, sometimes negatively. So, I started working on finding a balance between knowledge (of sometimes negative things) and comfort (good music).
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In the scheme of things, though - it /would/ be so much nicer if it didn't work that way.
Also, giving this some thought, I bet it's especially easier to absorb sadness via writing/print than it is to absorb happiness that way, but in person it might be different. Some people are "up" people and make me happy when I'm around them, but that's rarer in print. (I don't know which you're referring to.)
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I do too actually; I feel others sadness and pain as my own, but their happiness is only theirs. Odd.