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As An Empathetic Person. A Poem
As An Empathetic Person. A Poem Some may wonder Who cares this much? Who gives a fuck? If I raise my hand Would your shoulders shrug? How can I think And feel and Envision another's view? It is the empathy In me that is instinctive It comes natural. But also learned From parents Who offered lessons In how to treat others. As much as I laud And tout this trait It sometimes is a weight That is hard to bear When I encounter Someone who is cavalier. Be it subtle Or blatant. Someone like our Current President And his total lack Of decorum As well as his narcissism Is almost suffocating To an empathetic person. I care Should I wish That were not the case? Some would say Most definitely. To them I would reply With a sigh I will stop caring When I die. Independently Romantic Sounds Better Than Lonely |
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You do have a very caring nature. And you never put yourself first. You are so special, that is for sure. Even Presidents won't die of thirst.
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you are flirting with me, and I'm reading your blog... Embrace the suck
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Being empathetic is much more than being kind It's the ability to predict , and build stratagems My 2 cents Cheers - P
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great coverage of what empathy is about, and it's triggers....those things to which those who have empathy are allergic, and feel unwell around... I suspect I empathetic myself, however I also know, sometimes I get to the point where I am over feeling and understanding those various clods and clots which block up a good life, and obscure the Sun of joy and freedom, at which point I park the empathy and with that turned off I can state a cold unwavering laser beam of unemotional fact upon them..... Thoughts in sensual pleasure to erotic writing writ. Feel free to travel - click - to my blog: An exploration introduction
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