Empathy is a gift and I've been blessed with it for a few years now. I was not understanding, patient, able to actually understand and feel what people around me felt. In fact, until my late twenties I was the coldest piece of shit ice you can imagine. I didn't care because I didn't actually see. Then something changed and I've spent the following years feeling a lil' bit too much. I became patient. At work all the difficult, and by difficult I mean mentally challenged, clients where all mine. I could carry on up to six hours following the delirious ideas of the most ridiculous individuals from all over the world. I became caring, people started calling me sweet. Asking for my advice, following what I said. Leeching my energy like I was a can of Red Bull. It's draining, it's fucking draining. But if I can do something to make someone else's situation even slighter bearable well, why not. But there's a moment when you have to stop. There's a moment when you have to take the risk and probably end up looking like a cold hearted bitch, because we all know if you're not a whiner, if you don't complain and cry every two seconds, if you don't talk shit about the bad guys who treat you like shit with no apparent reason well, you're one of the bad guys yourself. Guess what. Who fucking cares. It was recently brought to my attention that the majority of the young ladies around here may or may not think I'm a bitch. "They're perfectly right", that's my answer. There's a song I've been listening to for a few weeks now, it gives me strenght and a certain dose of rage when I need to remember that hey bitch, I come first, you should all take a listen and think that yes, that's exactly the right thing to do:
