His worries, his doubts, her anger her cry… their emotions are mine but they don’t know it yet. I care on a completely new level. I feel the mood in the room if you yell and send out angry energy I will respond with anger even if you’re not angry with me.
“Bullshit” you think “You only want attention”. No I don’t want attention, I want to be as happy as I was before I entered the room and felt the mood. You’re sad I can feel it and I can’t relax until you’re happy again. I stay quiet because I will not make you feel worse but when I am quiet I start to think as sad thoughts as you think. I think of every possible way to make you happy and I get sad when I don’t know how.
I am a chameleon… an emotional chameleon. Sometimes I hate it and sometimes I love it. For example I love it when you’re so happy you good die because of bad news. I will be as happy as you. Right know I feel uncomfortable as you feel.