Sen•si•tivity. A discourse.

A soldier wears a great amount of armour even though it makes him heavier and more clumsy when he sets out for war. He still wears it, but to a lesser extent, when he's out to meet a stranger. And potentially none at all when he is to meet his best friend or such-like.

Analogically speaking, sensitivity is none but a measure of lack of emotional armour. All of us're born with our respective default amounts of emotional armour. To some of us, in plenty.. to others, not as much. See, the probability that someone's going to hurt you, is more when that someone isn't on good terms with you or just generally, when he/she's not known to you. The more of a stranger your acquaintance is, the more emotional armour you tend to wear. Consequently, you tend to put your (emotional) guard down when you're with someone you get along with. Even more, with someone you like and with someone you really like/love, you might go flat-out bosom-exposed, if you know what I mean.

That last kind of people, the kind who you really like/love while expecting love from are, ironically enough, those who wield the power to hurt you the most. Like Julius Caesar's armour, your emotional armour might sustain blows from anyone and everyone, until your very own Brutus stabs your unshielded heart.. because, trust me, with that stab, words will only liken to mere band-aids that dissolve in the leaking blood.

So, is sensitivity a virtue or a vice? A sensitive person is but an unfocused person. This is considering that sensitivity is nothing more than the level of disability of a person to ignore emotional distractions. Cold, insensitive people do the best in this world. Be it a businessman, scientist or a murderer, insensitivity is a prerequisite for success. It's only the cheesy guy who's madly in love who gains from his sensitivity. But then again, lovers don't make it rich and powerful, it's only the businessmen and scientists who do. Yeah, yeah, call me a spoilsport, but don't let your sensitivity get that better of you, it's not worth it. Most of the time, it's only a communication gap that's the cause for the prick in your heart.. and a communication gap shouldn't be the cause of a day wasted brooding.

I'm sensitive. Easily sensitive enough to overpower my rather large ego. But too sensitive for my own good. I'm not complaining, just saying.. because it has come in handy a lot of times.

Go ahead as you waste your days with thinking
When you fall everyone stands
Another day and you've had your fill of sinking
With the life held in your
Hands are shaking cold
These hands are meant to hold

So a day when you've lost yourself completely
Could be a night when your life ends
Such a heart that will lead you to deceiving
All the pain held in your
Hands are shaking cold
Your hands are mine to hold

Speak to me, when all you got to keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along just to make it through

-- tAAR