Sympathetic Minds

I was always told that I lack sympathy. I didn't know what it was, well, emotionally, but I do know what it means. I'm never really a person who cares or feels anything. It was never me. People tell me that there's something wrong with me. It's just not the case.

It must be so boring. People caring and loving each other. It wasn't my forté. It always looked different to me. It made my eyes roll. I mean, emotions cause people nothing but worse feeling. It's just so futile to me.

All the cloying sentiment, it's all so boring, predictable, dull, empty, and not worth all my time. It distracts me from my purpose. I just feel sorry for their reputation and their empty minds. I always keep this in mind. Nothing is exciting in a regular human life.

I just don't get it. All their malarkey. It's all so futile. They all think it's amaranthine. Like, sentimental value or some other shit. It's just I don't see the point of it. It's all feels like something different to me. I don't get it why people mourn over the dead or why they love someone so much they waste time for them, it's all unproductive.