Emotions & Bubbles

I have the BEST boyfriend ever :-) He bought me 'Dance with Dragons', the book I blogged about here. It's HUGE! Can't wait to get home & keep reading it. *drool*

On that note:

I realized that I really internalize my emotions. I'd prefer to read a book than discuss what's really going on in my life... I think my boyfriend gets the brunt of it (when they surface)...

In the last four days I've had four of my friends come up to me and share really...traumatizing? Distressing I guess stories that revolve around different facets of their lives. And each time I'm bereft. I used to take on peoples burdens but now not so much. I'm too used to getting into it, like it's my personal life story but I'm no longer that guy. Now I watch detached & listen, hug & wonder if it's pertinent to throw in my two cents. Not everyone wants ur advice I've learnt.

So I decided to write this... (I don't think I finished tho to be honest. It's all about bubbles)

I don't know if we're immune to pain or if people are simply undergoing way too much in their lives to get caught up in others. Somewhere along the way we've lost our sense of community and connectivity.

I live in a bubble. Whether it's a hermetically sealed hypoallergenic one or not- I still live in one. Case in point- *ducks rotten tomatoes* I have no idea where the gas fire that occurred yesterday was. I know it's around Nairobi but I've never heard of the place before let alone knew about the article that was written about how dangerous it was for ordinary Kenyans to live there.
I know I'm affected by the fire because these are my fellow Kenyans but... remember my bubble? I'm waiting for a sign from God to realize how it has impacted me besides writing this blog.
I didn't lose any family members during post election violence in '07 and early '08 which I'm eternally grateful for but this again makes me believe even more strongly in my littu bubble.
I live and work within 15mins drive, shop, club etc within the same 15mins. The furthest I might have to go is church on Sunday which pushes it to about 1/2 an hour if there's no traffic.
I never travel to unsavory parts of Nairobi and very rarely go to town. I'm falling into the category of spoilt princess when my salary doesn't justify my living... If I was politely excused from my home today I'd find myself living closer to these so called unsavory places where I can get the mama mboga to chop my spinach for me and I can live within crawling distance of a matatu to take me to town/home based on how intoxicated I am. I wonder if I'd still retain the same friends *pause*

Someone asked @alykhansatchu 'what's the mood like in Nairobi after the tragic fire (ad-libbed kiasi)' and I automatically thot, meh... I think we're ok. I doubt if it's because of my sole circumstances that make me believe this but I've witnessed Kenyans shrug off disasters like a chick tosses back her hair after the wind blows it in her face.

I wrote that on the 12^th when the fire happened. Now, it’s almost like it never happened. OR maybe I just live in a bubble.