People always talk about butterflies in their stomachs. They speak of a rush to their heart, a flush in their cheeks. Such things are prioritized by society. That everyone should have, no NEED, to feel such things. They speak of a bliss, of a thrill. Yet, I don't feel such things. I'm envious of these people. How joyful they can be. How they can ignore the bad and live in ignorance. If only that could be me.
