87) Openness

​It is tough to be open towards people. I guess you can say I am open, ever since I started on this blog. (Whoa, this is my 87th blog post and counting.)

Why write about "openness?"

It came to my mind. It is crazy how some people bottle up their emotions. (They secretly keep it low key.) How do you know? I know some people.

Then again, it depends on the situation as well. How, so? I lost my sister tragically. I only wanted to be alone. (I chose to be isolated.)

Remember, you cannot force anybody to open up.

Call myself a great listener. I usually meet people, then they just unexpectedly vent to me. How, so? Possibly, I connect with them. Then, they start venting. Who knows?

​Remember, everything happens for a reason. It is our choice to be "open." We choose our friends. This goes back to my high school PE coach. How, so? He told my class many times, "Life is all about choices."

​Example of people who bottle up their emotions:​

• ​​She gets what she wants. Venting to people will make her weak. She will be vulnerable, then. Ego comes to play, then.
• A secret must be kept from his family, or else everything changes. (He assumes.) It is better this way.
• Before my sister died, I wanted to hear my Uncle's side of the story. (My Uncle was the loner type.) Then, again I was young at the time. (It makes me wonder.) How did you and your uncle bond? We had a huge common interest. It was basketball. We played and watched the game together. First and foremost, my uncle had a dark secret when my sister died.
• He is dating a girl, who he met from a dating app. His strict, old-fashion parents have no idea about it.
• He is respectful around his family. When he is around his friends, he completely jokes around.
• Somebody once told me, "He is a dangerous man." He and I chilled at a bar. It was fun. He told me his secrets.​​​

​Going back to my sister's death. How did I feel? I wanted to commit suicide. Why, so? Again, my sister died unexpectedly (and tragically). At that time, I was shy and quiet as well. I was drained mentally, physically, emotionally, socially, and spiritually.

Counseling saved me. How, so? Obviously, I was able to express my emotions (and feelings). Most importantly, I acknowledged my pain.

What are you trying to say?

​Bottling up your emotions could possibly kill you.