End of Week Reflection: Hating Empathy
I remember picking these up from friends before our friendships start to end. It almost feels like I can pinpoint the day it made a turn for the worse. These instincts of mine have never been wrong before, so with sadness I know it will happen.
I hate this keen grasp I have over these things. Based on past experiences, I've never been able to do anything to change the course of the events that will follow. Save for the undeniable feeling of failure afterwards, what is it good for? What good is empathy if you can't do anything about it?!
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