Empathy

I have no idea why I feel involved in or experience by proxy the failures of others. It's true; this tendency of mine almost extends to Kevin Rudd...

I'm wired thinking about problems EX is enduring and has caused. Why? But I'm emancipated. Why? Because the thought of others crying, stressed, confused and despairing makes my brain and soul hurt.

I want to sprinkle fairy dust everywhere and turn everything peacefully joyful... just like a new-age wanker...

I guess part of the problem is that my bond with EX is so familial that I feel somehow implicated in his fuckups. Implicated is the wrong word... rather like a parent I only want the best for him and my brain's tentacles are waving wildly round in the dark, reaching out, flailing and wanting to make things better for him. I also deeply want to step in and try to soothe people he's hurt.

If I was a stereotype I wouldn't give a fuck and his latest personal debacle would be satisfying evidence that I dodged a veritable bullet... But I'm not a stereotype. I'm me and I'm bothered. I'm praying for a turnaround.

- iBlog, therefore iAm