When was the first time you remember empathizing?
I remember when I was very young (before kindergarten) my mom told me about a group of kittens that had been abandoned in a dumpster behind the restraunt where she worked. She told me that she and the other waitresses tried to save them, but they all died. I remember feeling very, very sad about it and not knowing why.
I tend to think of myself as an Empath.
Or at least I used to.
You see, I used to not have happiness, so it was easier for me to do things like 'hide in other people's happiness'. One of the times that I figured out that it wasn't my happiness sometime when I was in a group of angry people. I wanted everyone to stop yelling at each other, but I was getting angry too.
But now that I have happiness, I find it harder to use this ability, because I can't sense the emotions that I don't have as easily, for I almost have all of them. (I lack hate and jealousy.)
But, hey, at least I'm not a useless ball of depression anymore, right?
But now that something's messed up in my life, I might get my empathy back.
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Tailchaser's Song" by Tad Williams
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