My Name is Erebus. And I am contacting you for some information on how to feel sympathy because it is becoming very taxing at so called 'sad' events to fit in and seem normal. If you would like some background on me, I was raised in an upper middle class family and went to a good school. I recieved very good grades and am now at University studying Pharmacy, my last IQ test had a result of 156 but as the IQ charts and tests are so unreliable this can probably be discounted.
Ever since I was a young boy I hav had no empathy for tohers and no reaction to any action I preform, whether this be cleaning the dishes or stealing for my 'Best Friend'. Does this make me a monster? I hope so because in my opinion monsters have all the fun.
But I digress, my original question was, how do I fake sadness, sympathy and the rest of the redundant emotional spectrum?
A quick reply would be expected
By observing others or do it like i do, don't. I don't care anymore so i don't fake emotions anymore. If a situation absolutely requires it however, just do what others do.
You seem very happy for my return. I'm glad you enjoyed our conversations. The house of mirrors.. nah.. I don't stare at my puppet often. Only to admire what is left of it really. I've grown strong and even have a nice 6 pack coming along.
My temple is stronger now. Perhaps you would like to discuss.. God? I'm Catholic now.
Ofcourse i'm happy. We need people here who have actual opinions and not just drones, foaming at the mouth and protesting... whatever.
Heh.. they are nothing but lost sheep. They are the unworthy. Those who have gone astray and fall indifferent. The Bible makes it clear that they will be blessed to damnation for their wavering faith and inability to move away from that which they live for... which is money. The most amusing part of that is they don't even know they are doing it. They think buying "things" will restore their souls. As if "stuff" could do that. Idol worship at it's peek.
It is my vary nature to war with them. To strike down these cowards, who would look but never touch and think to question yet never reply. They are the ones dying inside. They are the fallen.
And we who are the mental ill... We choose our own path with disregard to the rest. We are the ones who are truly alive. Powered from within... we rise. They fear our mania. They fear our ability to fight past pain and forget our suffering. To live from one moment to the next and eve with PTSD.. live no less.
We are the real humans. We are your singers and Hollywood favorites. We are leaders among men and they fear us for it. Their brains lack imagination. Without knowing true pain.. they are released into the world and quickly get destroyed by drugs and emotional failures. They were never prepared to live in the real world. They lack the scares.
It seems they live more in the future than in the present. There minds are stuck on this line of thought. They are linear. Even knowing the past will always repeat itself.. but they are caught off guard by it.
Emotions.. are in your head. You choose them through your actions.