Billy, a man who always struggled with getting a girl to talk to him, much less getting a date sat in the shadows. A pair of local college girls were walking back to their dorm after pizza and thats when Billy stepped out from the shadows, unraveling the fabric knot around his trenchcoat. Exposing himself. The girls at first were in shock but once they realized they weren't in immediate danger they observed their surroundings, they noticed Billy. Really, they noticed him. Laughing and pointing as Billy ran away crying full of shame, confusion and plotting his next attack.


This is how women (or others in general) feel when you overshare. They don't care what you have to offer until they are interested in what you can provide. Feelz, tingles, whatever. Until you are perceived as being provisional your feelings are overbearing. The only one benefitting from your emotional voyeurism is you - and only negligably. Is the juice really worth the squeeze if your authority is being undermined by your own insecurity?

Rarely if ever do we see Christ opening up and sharing his emotions even to his closest friends. In the garden of Gethsemane his friends are asleep as Christ weeps alone asking if the burden of sacrificial love was a passable cup. When Lazarus died he wasn't sharing his emotions those nearest him, they were visible because he was mourning for his own sake.

Now this isn't a post trying to convince you to never share your struggles and pain but allow yourself to feel them in privacy until you have had the chance to look at them with some objectivity.

Is this something I need help with? Or do I need to handle this on my own? Is the person I'm talking to this about even capable of helping? Or am I just sharing because I am seeking pity.

What is the benefit of me sharing my complaints or grievances? Am I seeking a level of transparency that borders on emotional voyeurism? Or can I actually get sound help to alleviate my pain?