First, let me state that I could give less than 55 star spangled fucks if you believe in extrasensory abilities of human beings. They are realer than real.<\/p>\n
So, I\u2019m an empath. What that means is that I\u2019m a person that is sensitive to other people\u2019s emotional states. In MY case, I\u2019m SUPER sensitive. It first started when I was about 4 or 5 but I never said anything to anyone in my family until the first time I went to North Carolina in 89. We were sitting around talking to my great-great grandmother *who, in actuality is my step great-great grandmother with her house nigga lookin ass, meh* and she proceeds to run down some family history for us.<\/p>\n
You know when folks say \u201cI come from a long line of [insert something here]\u201d? Yerp, perty mush.<\/p>\n
It\u2019s not something I can control without a serious amount of effort. \u00a0So far, the only time I\u2019ve ever been able to turn it off\/ignore it is when I\u2019m extremely happy or extremely mad. To be honest, I don\u2019t think that\u2019s turning it off..it\u2019s more ignoring it than anything because I\u2019m focused on the stimulus of the extremely emotion I\u2019m feeling.<\/p>\n
People that are empaths feel *see what I did there?* my pain. If you\u2019re NOT an empath, let me throw this out there for you: think of it as being a raw nerve 95% of your day. You walk around bumping into tables and chairs. You trip and then fall on the concrete to roll about 5 ft. Really shitty right? That\u2019s the bad things. The reason I don\u2019t go to funerals. The reason I hate being around people that make it their life\u2019s mission to make EVERYONE miserable.<\/p>\n
The good stuff? It\u2019s awesome. Love, caring, blah blah blah yada yada yada\u2026super dope. The BEST part? The most GLORIOUS\/using your powers for evil part? During sex. ESPECIALLY during the sex. For me, it\u2019s always the best during foreplay. I can \u201ccontrol\u201d more effectively what I\u2019m feeling because I\u2019m concentrating exclusively on pleasuring her. Sometimes it feels like when you lean into the wind on a REALLY gusty day. Other times that wave of euphoria and ecstasy feels like you\u2019re a jetti at the shore and the waves are crashing into you but you\u2019re standing in a protective bubble or something. The only thing you feel is the boom of the waves. I don\u2019t know, it\u2019s more nuanced that for me. Hard to explain.<\/p>\n
There are times when the shit doesn\u2019t work at ALL. Period. NOTHING. It\u2019s just a dead zone for a cell phone and you keep checking your screen to see if your radio is picking up a cell tower or wifi anywhere. Nope. Nothing. That happens to me most often when I\u2019m romantically interested in someone. I think it\u2019s because I\u2019m \u201ccheating\u201d trying to get a sense of how they feel about me and my body is like \u201cnah nigga..you gotta do this the old fashioned way. write her a note that says I like you. do you like me?\u201d.\u00a0On the flip side of THAT, it gets AMPLIFIED if I\u2019m romantically involved\/interested in someone. That only happens sometimes though. And if I\u2019ve had physical contact with that person numerous times? Meh\u2026psychic bond like a MFer.<\/p>\n
The strong psychic bond isn\u2019t limited to me having physical contact with someone. If I feel like I\u2019m relatively close to someone, I get tuned into them somehow. I had to prove that to two of the homies a couple weeks ago. *points and laughs*<\/p>\n
Then there\u2019s the smells. The smells are VERY specific to the person. VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY specific. I don\u2019t know why these smells get associated with these people, but they do. I can be sitting home, playing Xbox or a PC game..then I\u2019ll start smelling someone. Then I\u2019ll get a text or an email from that person. Shit is weird and unnerving. And awesome.<\/p>\n
I have a friend that smells like baked cinnamon. You know how cinnamon smells when someone makes bread then cuts the loaf open when it\u2019s still warm? She smells like that.<\/p>\n
I have a friend that smells like freshly sanded sandal wood. You know how when you walk in shop class and someone was working on something? Like that..but it\u2019s sandal wood. When the wood is still hot from the sandpaper. She smells like that.<\/p>\n
There is someone that smells like pears. I have NO idea what the fuck THAT is all about, but she smells like pears. I don\u2019t even know if she EATS pears.<\/p>\n
The homie smells like a room full of old books. The door hasn\u2019t been opened in a month or so. Not that shitty smell of new books that been sitting around..but that smell like an annex of a library or something. He\u2019s a good dude.<\/p>\n
There\u2019s someone that smells like the ocean after it rains. If you\u2019ve ever been the beach RIGHT after it rains and you catch that first breeze DIRECTLY off the ocean\u2026it\u2019s salty but sweet smelling. That\u2019s her.<\/p>\n
Not everyone has a smell. Or if they do, it might not be a pleasant.<\/p>\n
Being an empath also affects my depression, obviously. There are days where I feel the optimism radiating off folks and it helps me get through 8 hours at work. Days where co-workers are miserable but the guys that live at my job are happy so that evens out. Sometimes it helps, sometimes it doesn\u2019t.<\/p>\n
I\u2019d GLADLY trade this shit for x-ray vision or flight or something.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
First, let me state that I could give less than 55 star spangled fucks if you believe in extrasensory abilities of human beings. They are realer than real. So, I\u2019m an empath. What that means is that I\u2019m a person … Continue reading