The Deep Profound Shit Series: On Reaching Out

Frankly, reaching out to others scares me. It’s like thrusting your arm into a door leading to a dark room with creepy noises, waiting for something to grab onto you. Doing that alone takes a lot of courage. Pulling your arm in to see what grabbed on is another thing. Deciding if you’d keep the one that latched on is yet another matter.

Extending that idea, we’re all in dark rooms either waiting for a strange arm to go in through the door, deciding if we’d grab onto the arm that poked in and deciding if we’ll hold onto it when we see what we grabbed onto; or thrusting our own arm into the void outside the door, waiting for someone to grab onto us and when that someone pulls us in, deciding if we’d hold on to the one that grabbed us.

In the end, it all boils down to our decision whether we’d reach out or not. After all has been said and done, this is one of the hardest decision we have to make on a day-to-day basis. From the officemate that piques your interest to the online contact that you feel is in need of someone to talk to to the cute girl at Starbucks that has been swapping glances with you, you have to decide whether to reach out or not. And trust me, for someone acutely aware of how it is to be lonely, to be left alone, to be ignored because you’re ‘weird’, it can be an agony.

I know others go through this. I wonder how they cope with it.