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Selective Empathy

  A selective empathetic is a more sinister evil than the outright unempathetic. The unempathetic is quite small in numbers, and are under more scrutiny. The selective empathetic is one of reflective desire, picking and choosing those to be glad for and wishing to prosper based off of desired personal gain, gain that involves putting others down in the process. This level of empathy is pure submission to outside preachers, outside systems, media, literature, art, and economics, and represents a dark and fallible inner sense. Letting things simply happen, apathetic to their greater truth, nihilistic in meaning, and a walking product of guiding forces around them. A pure empathetic is empathetic to all in all situations, noticing the humanity in all. It is sad to notice the selective empathetic being a prevalent and lauded endeavor, when the qualities of such selective empathetic are thought of also as manipulation. A great contradiction in social morality and personal character judgeme

Sip On This Gin Rin


Sip on this Gin Rin,

It's time to wake up.

Gather around and I'll pour you a cup.

I want to know something so deep and divine

Something only a pretty girl like you could refine

Yes what is it?

I'm sitting all ears,

The light is too dimly lit,

And you can spare me the cheers.

Well, I'd like to know how you feel in this place

And how your mind is within it's own space

Is it just me or is it me too,

I'm sitting on this chair without a clue.

I can tell you certainly,

And listen up,

Your eyes shine pertently 

Now pour me a cup.

But what is it about your reigning image?

I can't figure out what it is that's damaged.

Is it my love for you

Or my hope?

Or do you see yourself with a rope?

My and my, deer Beneto,

Sit on the couch and clear your toe,

You've given me something to ponder,

And it's something that you will forever wonder

Because I am here

And you are there

In this trivial pursuit,

Now dash to your right hemisphere and toot

For I will sit here and fray

And there will come the day

That there's less and less to say

Within eachothers purview,

But for now we sit and wait

And I have locked the gate,

With the last controller on pay-per-view.

And you will be super disappointed,

But there's always nothing ahead,

Unless you decide and appointed

That there's something instead.

But only the weak will find it hard to follow

And you my friend are far from shallow

So why don't you sit back and relax

And drink this cup of joy,

Because it's the only time you'll have to enjoy,

And when you're finished with your drink,

Your eyes will start to sink,

And your brain will rot once more,

And then you will shrink,

And you will think,

That there's always something more.