Pick and Choose
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Ongoing6m
Last published Sat, Sep 24, 2016
Emotions are at rather odd don't you agree? They fill you up and make you do things you wouldn't normally do. Like cry, punch something, or kiss someone. I personally don't have this problem. No I'm not a psychopath. If I'm honest that's what I thought at first- that I was a psychopath- but, after doing some research, I found that this was not correct. I don't know if there's a name for what I have. To sum it up though: I can control weather or not I feel things. And not in a "suppress them until they disappear" kind of way. I'll give you an example of how this works: say someone is about to beat the shit out of me. Right before they throw the first punch, time seems to freeze for a second (at least it dose in my head) and a chart appears. On this chart I see my options: anger, adrenaline, fear or none of the above. I than choose the emotion/feeling that I like best. In this situation, I would pick adrenaline. After doing so, everything would unfreeze and my choices would affect what I do. I have to live through this every day, and it's quite disorienting. thankfully I've learned to cope with it.
But that's not what this story is about.
This story is about the girl I met in photography class.
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