I have friends, me personally, I want to get deep into things, I’m VERY intune to my emotions, which is exactly why I express myself and analyse them a lot.
The times where I lost them were from my childhood (around age 4 due to sexual trauma) until somewhere around 17-21 where I experimented with drugs, mushrooms being the ultimate catharsis to reconnect me to my inner child and give me a purpose to live.
I’ve incredibly high empathy since birth, although for the duration of me losing my emotions that empathy was completely closed off to humans, and was reserved to animals only.
I do not fear rejection, it hurts, but if I do not accept the fact that I’ll stumble along the way to greatness then I’ll stay crippled forever. If I don’t try I’ll live in regret. Which hurts more? The wound that never closes.
Facing reality is something I’ve done a long time ago, if anything, it seems that many are in a deep slumber.