Sorry I'm not low empathy autistic in the "mysterious loner boy who secretly cares about his friends and talks in a monotone voice" way and I'm actually just completely indifferent to the suffering of people I don't know personally and help strangers out of a sense of "this is the right thing to do" and not "I feel so bad for this person" or guilt.
I sit and listen to my friends even though I don't really care about hearing about their problems because I know they'll be upset if I don't, and despite the fact I honestly can't genuinely care about the issue itself, I care about the impact it's having on my friends and that's enough to make me want to help them through it.
Did you know that's actually an expression of empathy all of its own?
It will absolutely happen again I literally am not even sorry
considering we’re talking about a professional athlete who moved continents at seventeen/didn’t see his family for nearly two year stints at times/built his entire life around the sport and all for the sole purpose of fulfilling this one singular goal, saying, “if it can’t be me then i’m glad it’s him,” is the most deeply, deeply romantic thing he could have said. in this essay i will—
1. the saint of lost causees, justine townes earle 2. girl in pieces, kathleen glasgow 3. show your fangs, the crane wives 4. persephone returns, emily rose cole 5. churching, kristin chang 6. this is how you lose the time war, amal el-mohtar and max gladstone)
i can’t stop thinking about aaron taylor johnson. it’s been months. genuinely this is the most borderline-unhealthy an obsession of mine has been in a long time. someone sedate me