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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

I'm Sick of It

The screeching snare of the witch's lips came to a purse. She narrowed on the billow watching a troubled man looking in the mirror. "Excuse me," she said. As she watched him, his eyes turned a glowing red. "What is it you could possibly want? Why are you always bothering me?" He said. "Can't you see I'm unwilling? I'm sick of your constant intrusion. Will you just let me be? I can't feel for myself ever." "I'm sick of you as much you are of me," she replied. "Now listen to what I'm telling you, you cannot lie to me, and I will punish you if you do. Do you understand, to ever be accepted by me, you must be..." There was a pause "... perfect?" "I'm shelled in my world and anytime you tell me how I should feel, you kill me inside  Don't you know that I'm sick of it? I can't be myself around you, there is no me. There is only your want for me." The witch flew away f

Beauty Lies in the Eye of the Beholder, So Behold Yourself

Introduction Aha yes yes. I am here to explain a little story about me. It is what they call, beauty on a stick. Extra easy and utilitist in nature, and aesthetically pleasing to all. This story is about my heart. What we value Anger is the only socially acceptable way to achieve vulnerability. It is the only way a man will be able to express himself to the world, otherwise he must do what he must, in spite of whether he is able to or not, or if it is considered best for his health. Anger is the outlet of choice for those that are insecure about their strength and their dominance. It is buttered up to appear as though it was strength. It is also dumb and idiotic. My heart became like this because of how my grandfather treated my father, and how we have neglected mental health in our family. How my mental health is deteriorating as I write this, how my father didn't know how to handle his without force awhile ago, how I have had no emotional wealth whatsoever growing up, how narciss

You Find My Suffering Amusing

  Beautiful! The crazed man speaks again. It is extraordinarily humorous to see him make a fool of himself for us. We all wish he'd do it more often. We are here to preview the beautiful scribbles of a man with unknown mental instability! We are tired and dread our boring 40 hour weeks of work. We dread watching the news! It's too political for our tastes! So hilarious it is to see someone act chaotic and different! They are different because we have been told. We have been influenced by the completely passionate with little reason. The passionate find things differently harmful than we do! In fact, the passionate influence our moralities! They tell us what is weird. However, we get tired of doing nothing. There is no conflict, so we turn to the conflicted for entertainment! He is there, making a FOOL of himself haha! His actions are totally crazy right guys? Do not ask me about the injustices I have thought of. Do not laugh at racial inequity. Do not laugh at transgender or ho