So this morning, while the hubby and I were having coffee – I suddenly asked about empathy and if he emphatizes with people and things around him. Don’t ask where I got the idea from. I sometimes get the most weird questions in my head at inopportune times. Anyway – I digress.
Going back…
He told me that while he does know what others around him may feel, he doesn’t really emphatize with them much. Doesn’t necessarily mean that he’s manhid when it comes to what others may be feeling around him, he said. Only meant that he doesn’t dwell much on them, saying he’s more sensitive with the people he loves rather than random people he crosses on the street.
If you think about it, he made a lot of sense. Because why empathize with someone you have no connection with, whatsoever?
Thing is – that isn’t the case with me. 😅
I emphatize. A LOT.
To the point that I cry for someone I don’t know – like that series I was watching where the main character got friendzoned. Or for something I don’t really understand to begin with but feel so much for, like that poet who spoke about having OCD . 🙃
I don’t know why I feel this way most of the time. There are days that I feel like being emphatic is a curse for me since I feel a lot that I sometimes forget my own feelings. I drown in someone else’s when my own needs to be addressed.
I think it’s one reason why I don’t like watching dramas or movies that will make me feel or get moved with emotions. I love action flicks, fantasy, horror and psycho thrillers – films that would make me think rather than feel.
I’ve said it before – sometimes I hate that I feel too much. 😅 And it’s not like I could turn it on and off at will. I wish I could. But I couldn’t.
Well then – there goes my ramblings for the day.
Ruth Medina-Ilasco 