I'm the canary in the ^%$#@ coal mine.
I've always been the most sensitive one.
I was with my gf in college watching "My Life" from Michael Keaton.
Lights go back on: I am soaked. Tears all down my cheeks.
Her: blinking at me, dry-eyed. :D
embarrassing!
And I thought that was my weakness.
And I tried to get over it. (Seen 'the accountant'?)
Turns out, there is a name for this: HSP
Highly sensitive people.
And I am the HSP-est of all the HSP's it seems.
Bright lights. Loud noises. Strong smells. Hot and cold. Skin sensation.
It all drives me NUTS.
The temperature has to be just right.
And my dad is a man's man. Loves to wrestle. Played baseball in college.
I wanted to study music.
Him: No.
Law. Engineering. Something useful.
And I've seen that as a curse my whole life.
But what if it isn't a curse?
What if being too sensitive is actually a blessing?
And not just for me, but for everyone else as well?
How so?