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Empathy. I lack it.

Tuesday, March 9th, 2010 at 9:24 pm

Empathy – the capability to share another being’s emotions and feelings.

Okay, I’m not completely void of it but I’ve noticed throughout my life that I don’t quite have the same…level of empathy that others have. There are times when I completely miss the emotional aspect of a conversation or situation or misread its intent or purpose. I often think things through logically or base my reactions and emotions off of what I assume is the correct response. In empathetic situations, rarely are my emotions genuine, if ever. Usually I feel nothing. My reactions are usually the mimicry of a combination of similar events that I’ve witnessed on TV.

A lack of empathy is also a trait of psychopaths. yikes.

**EDIT** 10/03/2010 – 10:30AM
This is one of the reasons I try to avoid funerals or anything related to death. My actions and emotions aren’t natural. I don’t really feel…anything. I know what I’m supposed to feel. I make the sad face, I force myself to think of something that I’m emotionally saddened by, enough to cause tears…and that is what I display. Again, I’m not trying to say I don’t have emotions. I’m saying that I have a lack of empathy. I’m not sure what the cause of this is…maybe I’ve been desensitized due to media. Maybe I try to emotionally distance myself from feeling anything…because I don’t WANT to feel anything. Well, nothing bad at least. Wait, I also don’t feel anything when people are happy either…so that can’t be it. Damn, work is calling…I better get back to real life.

I am Warren’s darkness

Friday, March 5th, 2010 at 9:46 pm

**This post may be expanded upon, I didn’t quite finish but being sick and too…tired to think properly, I doubt I’d be able to complete it for days…

I will make a few references to the following animes/mangas: Death Note and Monster. I will, in my own words, discuss the premise of each as they are relevant to my post but if you’d like a better understanding of the story, I suggest you check out the links.

Death Note
A notebook (called a Death Note) is found in the world. It grants the person who uses it the ability to kill someone simply by writing their name in the notebook. The main character, Yagami Light, finds the book and uses it to cleanse the world of rotten people to effectively make it a better place. He focuses on killing criminals who have broken the law and spends the series cleansing the world and avoiding capture from the police who claim that what he is doing is murder and that he should be brought to justice.

Monster
A genius and good-hearted surgeon, Dr. Tenma, uses his exceptional skills to save patients. At the very start, he is supposed to save an old man from an injury but the hospital that he works at orders him to save someone else, a famous opera singer. Both lives in peril, he saves the opera singer because of the hospital’s orders but despite the fact that the other old man came first and was supposed to originally be operated on by Dr. Tenma. As a result, the old man dies. Dr. Tenma feels uneasy about saving someone’s life before another person’s, unsure of where the priority in people’s lives are. During a conversation with his girlfriend, she laughs at his dilemma saying “Not all people’s lives are equal.” A few days later, the same scenario occurs. A small boy, Johan, and the mayor of the city are both brought in to the hospital. Johan is brought in first, his only chance of survival rest in Dr. Tenma’s skills. The hospital though, requests that he save the mayor’s life instead. Dr. Tenma is placed in a moral dilemma again, does he choose whether to save Johan’s life or the mayor’s? Are all lives equal? He chooses to save Johan and as a result, the mayor dies. Years later, Johan grows up to become a remorseless killer. Dr. Tenma finds out about Johan’s activities and believes that because he saved Johan years ago, he is responsible for putting a stop to Johan’s killings. The rest of the story follows Dr. Tenma in his quest to stop the Monster that he saved.

This posts starts off with something that happened a few nights ago. During a discussion among a group of people, someone I know said something…dark. Not violent but it involved wishing the death of someone. I was surprised, it was something I would think but never say. In my sleep deprived state, I blurted out that I agreed with him only to have him say he was joking and that he didn’t mean it. But…I did. I was slightly embarrassed, that dark side of me isn’t supposed to come out. Ever.

I’m not sure how…disturbing it is that I completely agree with resolve of the character Yagami Light of Death Note. He said in the anime that “In class, we never discussed if we could kill evil people. But if we did discuss it, everyone would pretend to be pure. People would say that they must not do it. Of course, that’s the correct answer, because humans have to act that way in public. But that is not their true nature.” When I heard that, I thought to myself…”Maybe it’s possible that others do in fact think like that, but don’t show it. Much like me.” While I’ve never found anyone like that other than me, maybe it’s because no one discusses it. But I’ll change that.

Without being…very dark, I’ve always found life to be rather insignificant. People say that life is precious but I’ve never found that to be true. If you were to run over an animal by accident, would you mourn it? What if you stepped on an insect? Would you care? What makes it’s life any more or less significant than another’s? and who makes that decision? Again, these are questions posed from the story, Monster. “Not all people’s lives are equal”.

Quick – think of any 2 people you know. Seriously, pick any 2 people you can think of. Now consider their lives in your hands. If you had to choose one to die and one to live, who would you choose? Don’t read on until you’ve reached a decision.

Now, again, think of 2 people and do the scenario again. Do it as many times as you want. Now, how did you determine an answer? On what basis does one life matter more than another? Or does it at all? Can we make those decisions? Are we fit to judge? We are, after all, only human.

When faced with the dilemma regarding the death of one of two people that I posed above, I was able to determine an answer in almost every scenario I thought of. I randomly thought of 2 people I knew and determined which was more worthy of life. I’m going to assume you did as well. Now, for the person that you determined not as worthy to live as the other, how insignificant is their life now when placed under this context. You’ve just deemed them unworthy of existence and you probably came up with the decision rather quickly. If you couldn’t come up with an answer, I would assume that you chose 2 people who’s lives might have equal worth to you. But again, if you run through more and more people, you’ll start to be able to find answers and determine them quickly. The point of this exercise was for you to begin to realize that “Not all people’s lives are equal”.

Despite all the above, I believe the world and the people in it are generally good. Placing myself under the scrutiny of the above dilemma, I would often choose another person’s life over my own. I don’t feel that I’m a “good” person. It may be well hidden but I bring selfishness, arrogance, sloth, pride, envy and a whole mess of negativity to the world. I would gladly sacrifice my life to save someone of whom I feel more worthy of life than me. Just the same, I would end another life to save my own if I felt their life did not have as much worth as mine.

Now, getting back to this person who’s death had jokingly been wished upon. He’s a person not generally well liked, the majority of people that I know who know him as well don’t say nice things about him often, if ever. This person has sensed that we don’t like him and even asked if something was wrong. The fact is, not everyone is well liked by everyone. If you feel that you aren’t, that maybe something is wrong with you, I’m going to blunt here: chances are they’re right. Something IS wrong with you. Now, you can do many things with that realization. Change who you are to accommodate others. Tell everyone else to go fuck themselves and be yourself. Be and accept yourself for who you are but don’t hate everyone. It’s each person’s individual choice whether or not they want to change but if being you hasn’t worked out then you need to adapt if you want things to work. And if you don’t adapt because you don’t care, that’s okay too but just realize that the situation will persist and stop b!tching. I wish I could say all these things to said person of whom I’ve wished death upon, but chances are I won’t. Chances are he doesn’t read my blog either.

**Again, I do plan to expand on this post…To be continued.**

I’m going crazy. Seriously.

Sunday, February 28th, 2010 at 2:20 am

When I’m in a high emotional state, my mind starts racing and I sometimes develop a moment of Apophenia.

Apophenia
Apophenia is the experience of seeing patterns or connections in random or meaningless data.

I don’t know quite how to explain it…maybe you saw Russel Crowe in A Beautiful Mind or The Question from the Justice League. You see….connections between things that don’t have any connections. I feel like I’m in a state of heightened awareness or…I don’t know how to explain it. Like when you play pool and see all the angles to the balls that you wouldn’t regularly see.

I was reading all these connections today…very subtle and unimportant but for me, they were undeniable connections between things. Now, a few hours later, I’m sure these connections never existed. I can see..what I was thinking, but I don’t know how I came to believe them, they’re so…impossible.

Lately, I’ve also been experiencing Pareidolia

Pareidolia
Pareidolia is a type of apophenia involving the finding of images or sounds in random stimuli

Zena’s seen this in action when I believe my iPhone is vibrating when it’s not. I’m not sure what it is but I constantly hear the sound of my iPhone vibrating as well as my Xylophone alarm right after I wake up when it’s not actually on. I would end up checking my phone repeatedly to turn off the alarm but the alarm wouldn’t be on. It might be conditioning, that I associate that sound to the morning or something…but I don’t see how that would fool my sense of hearing.

Also, lately at work when I’m listening to music, I “hear” my name being called randomly. I turn around and no one’s said anything. It’s usually Ron who’s voice I “hear”. I only noticed it these last 2 weeks, but I remember when Karol first started, a couple months ago, I kept “hearing” my name when she hadn’t said anything. Zena’s noticed this too, I keep thinking she’s said something when she hasn’t. All of the above are either girls or are soft-spoken. I had a lot of trouble hearing Ron when I first met him…Karol as well (and still). Maybe their voices are kinda like…phantom voices that I hear mixed within other sounds…

Wow….you know, at first this was a 1/2 serious post. I had already written my closing joke for the post: “Seriously, I think it’s safe to say that I’m simply going crazy. It’s okay, long ago did I accept the onset of senility.” But writing more into it and coming up with recent specific examples is actually scaring me a bit. GG Warren, you’ve scared yourself into stress and anxiety, right before you were about to sleep.

Seriously, I’m going to have to monitor this. This could potentially be…a very very bad thing.

A recurring nightmare

Sunday, February 14th, 2010 at 11:09 am

My eyes suddenly open. I glance around and slowly recognize where I am. The stress I’ve just experienced slowly begins to disappear as my mind begins to throw logic at me, convincing myself that what just happened in my head did not actually happen. My hair and clothes are slightly damp. I’ve just had a nightmare. The same nightmare I have had at least 3 or 4 times a year. Every year.

This is what I felt a few moments ago. I know I said I wouldn’t talk about dreams but I’m going to make an exception because this is a recurring one. The dream and issue is personal so I’m going to use a basketball (I know, wtf eh?) analogy in its stead. The dream plays out like this:

I’m on the court playin’ the game. I’ve got home-court advantage. The score is 68-70 for our opponents. There’s only 4 seconds left in the game. I’ve got the ball between my hands and I’m just behind the 3-point line. I’m wide open. But I’m nervous. I’ve made this shot more times than I can count. But the pressure, the stress, it begins to overwhelm me. I know what I have to do. I take the shot. The ball floats up in the air. Everything slows down. I can feel the crowd hush and stand up, praying the shot is good. It looks good. From my point of view, the angle is perfect. The ball seems to stay afloat forever but it slowly begins to descend from it’s perfect arc. As it approaches the rim, it looks like it’s going to swish. *Boing* The ball bounces off the rim and flies away. Everything picks up speed again. The crowd goes silent. My head and heart drop as I fall to the floor, defeated. I’ve let everyone down. I’ve let myself down. I’ve failed. I wake up.

I open my eyes. My heart still racing, the stress still overwhelming me. My mind starts throwing reasoning and memories at me. “I did make the shot” it tells me. My memories clouded because of what I have just experienced and felt. As I calm down, I realize that I DID MAKE THE SHOT. I won the game. I didn’t let everyone down. I didn’t fail.

SO WHY THE FRAK DO I HAVE A REPEATED NIGHTMARE THAT I DID?

It’s been so many years now since this incident occurred. Everything turned out great. It was a very stressful situation at the time but it turned out okay. Why am I constantly plagued with a feeling that it didn’t?

An “Å“abnormal” amount of blogging

Saturday, February 6th, 2010 at 8:44 pm

I can explain. 4 months prior to this, I had been living with my girlfriend. Not only living with her, working with her as well. We would walk to work together, we’d leave work together, we’d eat lunch together. Literally 23/7 time together on average. I’m serious, 23/7. That’s a lot. Because of this, I always had someone to bounce random thoughts and ideas off of. A second presence or mind beside me. Suddenly, she left (for school! not cuz I’m fail boyfriend!).

The sudden independence and silence resulted in a lot of thinking and depression. My head was bursting with thoughts and ideas with no outlet. Thankfully, I started this blog. The release of my thoughts really help the sudden loneliness I have been experiencing. The (one way) communication is still significantly better than none. I have absolutely no doubt that when my girlfriend returns from school, my blogging will dramatically decrease. Also, the key with irrelevant content is that I could probably go on forever. And you, the reader, don’t have to read anything…I’m doing this for me. BTW – I love my readers and their comments <3 So yes, admittedly an abnormal amount of blogging. I’m sure I’ll revert to a normal amount soon enough…