I always play therapist with others despite not being qualified at all, but hey people are desperate and I take advantage of that. It also helps me socialise more and I do like observing humans, even if it’s via being a venting bag for them. Sometimes I truly feel, inhuman. There’s no other way to describe it. I’m just endlessly drifting into nowhere and hitting so many bumps in the way even though they ultimately don’t dissuade my non existant path at all. I am inaction embodied. I sometimes feel like I think like a murderer to put it bluntly, I obviously have no reference point but, not intelligence wise obviously, but empathy wise rather. I consider myself empathetic yet sometimes I’m sure I could cause harm. But I don’t. So this all has no meaning to it. I’ll try to keep it that way.
Oh also I’ve never had a best friend or a close friend really so there’s that. This will be gone in the wind and lead nowhere, like all my endeavors. No thanks to me. Have a nuce day, goodbye. You’re already better than me if you’re doing something, for what it’s worth, so keep doing something.