Empathy

The sky outside is pitch black.  This will be interesting at work.  I have no electricity so that means I must provide my own light.  I suppose that is true in life as well.  In the end it is only me that can do anything for myself.  Other people cannot do it for me.  Other people cannot know what I think or feel or why.  It won’t matter how I explain things no one has been there for each an every moment that has made me me except for myself.  Others may be able to tell you what happened on the outside but not one the inside.

I have a lot of time to reflect while I’m at work some days. You start to relate to others via their misfortunes and your own. Or atleast I do. This can be a good or a bad thing. There is such a thing as to much empathy. I seem to cross that line too often. Mentally I will put myself in someone else’s position and imagine what their life might be like. Funny enough I hardly do it in a positive situation (for example being a successful writer and enjoying my life) it’s usually someone whom I consider might be worse off than myself (say an amputee or a person who has just lost a spouse). I will put myself in what I think their mindset might be and have a look around. While this is a wonderful thing to be able to do if you are a writer it becomes a problem if you relate a little too closely with your subjects.

I need to start stepping back more. Caring is one thing. Envisioning the hell someone must be going through and in some way making it your own needs to stop.

I see by the clock I need to get ready for work. I hope everyone has a great day! Thanks for reading!