hmmmmm...
I've been reading several LJs here today. And i'm just trying to figure out why it is that when people say theyre sad, it affects me so much. Some of these people I've never met, probably never will. But for some reason when I read what they say, it feels as though my heart just gets ripped out. About hundred times worse when it's someone I know and care about. Am I so empathic that I can feel what everybody else is feeling? But to me that feels like I'm trying to make some kind of claim to greatness. Bullshit, I'm not making any claims, but I won't lie about how I feel when I read things that aren't happy. Damn, all of this sounds cheesy, but it makes an eerie sort of sense. Though it does explain why I put so much effort into maintaining my sense of ignorant bliss. Maybe it isolates me from the other things that would otherwise tear me apart.