Call Me Sage

It is only the first week of classes and already my office turns into a counseling session. I don't understand what it is about me that drawls people in. People who barely know me will come into my office and tell me their secrets. It is almost as if I have put them under a spell. Please do not misunderstand. I love that people trust me, but sometimes it becomes a bit overwhelming. I know so much about so many people, sometimes without them saying a word. I have been given a gift that often times doubles as a curse. I can read people just as easily as I can read a book.

I wish I understood myself half as well as I understand others. I am an enigma inside of a riddle ending in a question mark. I know that I am a part of reality, but recently I have felt somewhat disconnected. It is almost as if I am walking on the outside of my body. Things are happening all around me, but I am experiencing nothing. I hate when this feeling overtakes me. All I want to do is hide away because I fear someone might see past the act, and realize that something is wrong.

Alas, I am the one with the sage advice. I listen and I hear. Often I see outside of myself and am able to understand the situation better than the people who are in it. I get scared sometimes when I realize how easy it is for me to understand. My empathy is running short though and I feel like a week away will be good for me. I will miss the constant flow of students who come and talk to me, but it is what I need right now.