Eccedentesiast - Someone who hides the pain behind a smile.
I would often recognize myself as an eccedentesiast. Sometimes life just puts us in situations where we need to force a smile even though we are in unbearable pain. I wouldn't say my life is very tragic, for I know only I think of it as. Today morning while I was going to work I happened to see a old blind lady, she was climbing down the stairs in the subway, behind her was a blind man holding her to help climb down as well. I felt joy when I helped them climb down. Something inside me said, If everybody claims there are bad people in the world, I do believe there are good people too. There's goodness in everybody.
When everybody remembers their sweet memories of their childhood, all I remember is pain and discomfort. I have never before mentioned it to anyone, because I don't want people to know this part of me. I don't like being shown sympathy. I feel like a novaturient (desire to alter my life, to travel to different places). I am slowly becoming an introvert as many would call it, I would call it, inlove, with my self. I feel like a narcissist here, but the truth is no one will ever be there with me every second except for me.
I have a nyctophilia (a love for the night, relaxation or comfort in darkness) and at the same time I also am awfully scared of the dark. I feel oblivion.
Are you an eccedentesiast?
I would often recognize myself as an eccedentesiast. Sometimes life just puts us in situations where we need to force a smile even though we are in unbearable pain. I wouldn't say my life is very tragic, for I know only I think of it as. Today morning while I was going to work I happened to see a old blind lady, she was climbing down the stairs in the subway, behind her was a blind man holding her to help climb down as well. I felt joy when I helped them climb down. Something inside me said, If everybody claims there are bad people in the world, I do believe there are good people too. There's goodness in everybody.
When everybody remembers their sweet memories of their childhood, all I remember is pain and discomfort. I have never before mentioned it to anyone, because I don't want people to know this part of me. I don't like being shown sympathy. I feel like a novaturient (desire to alter my life, to travel to different places). I am slowly becoming an introvert as many would call it, I would call it, inlove, with my self. I feel like a narcissist here, but the truth is no one will ever be there with me every second except for me.
I have a nyctophilia (a love for the night, relaxation or comfort in darkness) and at the same time I also am awfully scared of the dark. I feel oblivion.
Are you an eccedentesiast?
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