I call myself agnostic ’cause it’s a close enough bucket to fit myself in.
By agnostic, I mean I don’t know. It seems to be a bizarre stance for many people that I don’t make finer cuts and refinements to its description generally but it really seems to fit me well, just as it is.
I’m a very subjective person who is attempting to be objective about the world as much as possible. I empathize automatically – not something I chose – so I have to fight that frequently with barriers of appearing logical and reasonable and trying to stay away from excessive hyperbole and blandness alike.
I’ve had oneness experiences that were ‘heavy’ – I don’t know what else to call them really and in various places, all similar whatever the outward context I was using was, but I tend towards walking through life like that, feeling connected to every ridiculous thing around me.
You don’t want empathy. Believe me, the sociopaths have it better.
I’m introspective, always watching myself as I go about my day. Three sets of eyes pointing in, one set of eyes pointing outwards, as it were.
Not much choice in the matter. Just how I’m wired I guess. But I cope as best I can. I don’t like empathy pulling me to and fro so I resist as best I can and allow it when it’s ok.