Have just hopped on the Dexter train. The tv show, about the murderer, you know? I see myself in him. Although I don't have to kill to canalize my needs, my urges, his emotional life is very similar to mine. When coming to feelings he has to ask about stuff 'normal' people don't. He also has a lack of empathy.
When in funerals, I don't cry. Almost always. There was this one time, at mb 10-12 years my teacher's husband died. I cried for him. Some years later my tip grandma dies. I didn't. I'm pretty sure it's just 'cause I've got older and accepted death as necessary.
Luckily, I haven't lose anyone really close to mine, so it'll be exiting to see.
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