sluice wrote:
I don't get why I have to feel a certain way about everything. I would say most of the time I'm neither happy nor sad or anything else in between- I'm simply existing and perceiving. Feelings are something that sneak up on me.
Feelings are like the creepy guy that steals underwear at the laundromat. They sneak up on you, and when they do, you usually don't realize until something has gone missing from the dryer.
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