Recently, my aunt sent me a link to an article about migraines. I feel blessed to never have had a migraine, but several in my family do suffer from them. The article suggested that highly sensitive people are more prone to them, and after reading it, I felt even more grateful not to have these headaches. Because, I definitely am sensitive and always have been.
As a child, I was sensitive to being the center of attention. At my birthday parties, I disliked having everyone sing to me. We even have a photo or home movie of me with my face buried in my plate as others sang. I always empathized with the underdog, and the behind-the-scenes people. My mom sometimes suggested that I should play with some toy or another, since I hadn’t for a while, and when she hinted that the unplayed-with toy might be feeling sad, the insinuation nearly sent me over the edge with sympathy.
At a recent football game (I should say that I attended solely to watch my daughter’s band perform, since I have zero understanding of or interest in football), our team was beating the other team by 30+ points. And while I was somewhat happy that “my” team was winning, my overwhelming thought was, Wow, I kind of hope we don’t score any more points. I wish the other team would score. They worked hard, too. I bet they feel so bad, getting beat by so many points …
I’ve had to remove myself from prayer lists because I just can’t handle all the things people have to face. I agonize over the plight of dogs and kittens I see on Facebook who need “forever homes.” On and on it goes.
The other night on a bike ride, I saw a pencil on the pavement in a nearby school parking lot. And, reader, you guessed it: I stopped and picked it up. Who knows what stories this pencil could tell? I think I can rescue it, take it home, clean it up, and it will have another life, making grocery lists and checking items off the monthly bank report.
Sadly, the pencil ended up having uncentered lead that refused to be sharpened — but still, my intent was good! (or perhaps it was just strange. I’m willing to admit that).
How about you? Any other sensitive souls out there? Or perhaps any migraine sufferers? Do you think there’s a connection between the two?