The Social Side of My Media

It's not very social.

I tend to be an individual that overshares.
Not just in everyday conversations, but on social media as well.

I get perturbed or irate about something, I overshare.
I get all happy and elated, I'm oversharing.

It's something that's been pointed out to me a thousand times by hundreds of people.
I've been trying to curb that habit lately.
Perhaps this post proves how ungodly awful I am at curbing it?

I live alone, and I am in a long-distance relationship that isn't going as great as I would have hoped.
But that's not to say it's going bad either.
Most normal people would probably see it all as going just fine.
But I'm not normal. As evidenced by this post.

The thing is, I have expectations, but I don't often share them. I'm also an extremist type of personality. One that will put up with things he doesn't agree with or enjoy in silence for years and then explode and burn his whole life down over an inconsequential lie. It's all very confusing, to me. I'm sure its moreso, for the people in my life.
After all, how are they supposed to know what I think I deserve from them when I don't ever say it?

At 55 years of age, I understand that the way I am isn't exactly the way I wish I were.
But wishes aren't fishes and I don't even own a pole...
Nor do I care to fish around looking for my sustenance.

Thing is, I got these people that are doing things or acting in ways, or just plain treating me and dealing with me, in manners I do not accept. If people keep on keeping on in the ways they're keeping to, sooner or later they'll stumble upon the landmine inside of my mind that will leave them behind. I won't mind. Because in the beginnings and the ends, I am always just FINE!

As asinine as this all sounds, It's just my simple truth.
As complicated as it might sound.

I come as I am.
In good faith and standing, but most definitely without any warning signs.
There's no hint of the triggers. No mentions of the mines. No guardrails near my cliffs.

My Mind - A war zone.
My Soul - A scarred and pitted landscape
My Heart - A place of kindness, hope, swallowed dreams, and an icy way of freezing over quickly and irreversibly.

I am The Curmudgeon Man.
If I had a cape.....
I'd be Super Curmudgeon Man !