Enjoy this true story on how I'm an empath!
So there I was, minding my own business in math class, fully prepared to pretend to know what cosine even does, when suddenly—boom—this wave of sadness hits me like a sucker punch. Like heartbreak-level sadness.
I’m thinking, “Crap. Whose sadness is this? Who broke up? Who lost a cat? WHO IS PROJECTING?”
I glance around the room, trying to act casual while blinking back tears like I just have “seasonal allergies.” (In February.)
Teacher: “You okay?”
Me: “Yeah, just... um... thinking about parabolas.”
A few minutes later I find out — the girl two seats down just found out her hamster died. Named Mr. Cheeseball. I had never met Mr. Cheeseball. And yet I cried for him. Deeply.
Rest in peace, Mr. Cheeseball.
You were loved. Even by strangers.
(This happened 2 years ago)