I have to say, being a hyper empath is kinda fun. When you absorb the emotions of others, it’s confusing at first, “which are my emotions and which are theirs”. But as you grow into it, you get to feel other people for better or worse, but it’s thrilling to feel so much, and so much outside yourself.
Feelings are wonderful.
Most people feel hundreds of emotions at once, while our current language is really clumsy at describing this.
It’s not a contradiction to love and hate everyone at the same time, the vast emotional palette can easily do all of that at once.
My OP is my distilled wisdom, please feel free to ask me about any of the points there
Earlier today I think I achieved consentual supergalactic omnipresent hyperdimensional oneness. Like I wasn’t even thinking… but I knew, I knew everything and all at once…
Save me from the bowels of hell? Bro. That’s where I came from. You didn’t get the memo? I’m hell unleashed dude. The wrath of gawd laid upon you. The first time he made the flood… but this time he sent me.
I do not think there are hundreds of emotions so no one could feel them all at once
Our current language is only clumsy at describing this because it is not actually true
I thought that as a hyper empath you could not have sex with any woman at all
What is so special about 60 year olds that makes them the exception to the rule
I am narcissistic because I do not think there are hundreds or millions of emotions
There are really ten billion because I experience one of them every time it snows
You can only have sex with women over 60 but cannot actually explain why this is so
You know your level of evolution bothers me even though it does not bother me at all
These threads of yours are wonderful journeys into how your mind operates and this one is no exception
you gotta understand man, i’m constantly struggling with maintaining a delicate balance between pity and contempt for a lot of people at these forums. there’s a part of me which won’t accept the excuse that these people can’t help what they believe - that they cannot be responsible for their confusions and attitudes toward the world, or how incredibly entrenched they are in what might even pass as legitimate neurosis. but that part of me doesn’t win over that other part which is capable of being compassionate, and so what i am left with is tremendous frustration; knowing that i am powerless to help them… or rather change the things that made them the way they are. take for example these two recent shooters. young kids who’s minds have been poisoned by all that radical right-wing conspiracy shit that’s allowed to be published on the internet. in this case i wouldn’t be able to say ‘they should know better’, because they don’t have the intellectual and/or philosophical tools to understand or be critical of what their reading. so i have to sit and watch this shit happen without being able to strike at the real cause and prevent it. now this is analogous to what’s going on with a lot of people at these forums (including you). what happens is, people’s natural dispositions to be embittered by a series of otherwise trivial problems builds up over time, then becomes reinforced by the philosophy they’re reading; they find something telling them they are justified in how they feel (written by people as confused as they are), and a momentum is gained that is almost unstoppable.
now imagine for a moment that you knew there was no substance in what they believed and read, and that you were totally powerless to reverse the effects this nonsense was having on them. meanwhile you have to listen to all the huffing and puffing… all the noise of their ranting and raving. are you gonna tell me you wouldn’t feel just a little contempt or disgust for these people? even granting that they can’t know any better. of course you would, dude. the overwhelming frustration you felt would have to find an outlet. you can’t help them, you can’t shut em down, and you can’t prevent the forces that make them what they are. so what’s left? i’ll tell you. when your compassion and contempt come into collision, a third attitude is generated which allows you a healthy way to express yourself in such company without really hurting anyone (because remember, they can’t help it). and that attitude is probably best described as ‘schadenfreude’. hence what you perceive as ‘torment’. playfully picking and poking at something you both pity and have compassion for. it’s a difficult balance to maintain, bro, so don’t think this is easy.