inebriated ramblings on empathy?
right, so. kisses are now to be considered evil.
I have managed to meet, and somehow benefit from the existance of such a black hole of a person, that when I sit down, in private, and ponder what his life must be like, I wanna fucking cry. serious, I started balling.
This is a guy who treats his gf like an employee and brokers 'deals' with her. Like she gets a ring, but they're never going to get married because and I quote, 'women just want to take your stuff'
fucking a man, your hollow, your beyond hollow, if you were hollow you would have more of a sense of fulfillment, your a fucking reflection of a shadow of something hollow.
yeah, so homosexuals are evil. thats what he tells me, he sees two women kiss, and he gets that knot in the pit of his stomach, and that dry taste of filth in his mouth, and he just knows its evil. Another human being witnesses what is at least, an act of affection between two people, and what can at its best be a sometimes profound expression of love, and it makes him sick.
I keep hearing this stuff, and I gently challenge, I criticize, I point out different ways to look at it and ways to relate, they're rejected, and its not that my efforts to try to make him more of a tolerant person are failing, its just that theres someone out there, who can witness an act of love, and it makes him feel physically ill.
that's terrible, and when I think about it makes me want to cry, and I can't detach myself from the situation, prolly because this guy has been such a help to me.
this is gonna eat me alive. this is worse than that pizza parlor crap, the cell phone guys suffering was over in a few minutes, this guys suffering will be his whole life, except, he doesn't even know it
mebbe this should have been a journal entry, but I felt more like hearing what people had to say, then just putting it out for people to read.
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