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
You are a hairy candy cane Sweet, rough, disgusting I have a sweet tooth I'm addicted to the center I want to lick you And hold you in my hand Bite you And find that sweet core Hairy candy canes get thrown in the trash Somehow I find value in it I wanted to run you under water And remove the dissonant exterior Others say That there's more candy canes And that one can be thrown away And sometimes I agree with them I can't help but have hope for the candy cane That we could experience each other truly But I can't wipe off the hair It's the candy cane's job It hasn't been thrown away yet And its still looking me in the eyes Roping me in to try to fix it Running away when I love it I don't like candy canes anymore And you're the reason I don't think it'll ever get wiped off But hopefully others won't throw her in the trash