Pity

Compassion is often confused with pity. To over simplify, you pity someone who is beneath you. I try hard to avoid this and definitely don't want to be pitied.

During my personal drought, I wanted compassion from my friends. If they would just ask me how things were going with some sensitivity, I am comforted and feel support. Few did and I'm happy to receive their compassion.

There are times, when I just feel unable to get out a personal funk and call out to people. Yesterday it seemed no one had time to listen even though I asked.

For me, I wanted a pity party for myself because I did not want pity. What kind of psychosis is that? I just wanted someone to share even this pitiful contradiction in myself. It left me lonely and helpless.

Yet, some people remain my friends and when we have time to meet later, that would be compassion enough.