There’s a huge difference between being sensitive to other’s feelings from being able to read their mind.
I know you have a problem with me, I can sense that. I ask you what’s wrong and you would say nothing. I really have no idea why you’re so cold all of a sudden.
We've known each other for a short time only but you know I am okay with people talking to me about what i do wrong and how i offend them. So I really do not get why you won’t tell me when there clearly is something wrong.
You know I’d rather have you tell me what’s your problem than complain to others about me. I don’t know if you’re actually confiding in other people, but if you are, I’d rather you confide in me.
I feel like I’m talking to no one. I ask what’s wrong, you say everything’s fine. I text, you don’t reply. I call, you don’t answer. I message in Facebook, you ignore. I am sensitive to your feelings but you should know I can never read minds.
Maybe my jokes have gone too far sometimes. Maybe I act like a know-it-all sometimes. Maybe I become bossy sometimes. But you are my friend and we’e talked about this. It’s not personal, it’s all in jest or purely business.
God, this is crazy. I keep thinking and thinking what I did wrong. But I will never have the answer if you don’t actually tell me.
Don’t fault me for being insensitive to your feelings. Fault me for not being blessed with telepathy.
