I’m a listener. I am like a serial listener.
I’ll be waiting at the bus station and an old lady will approach me to talk about her problems. I guess i have the look of a listener.
You see, i don’t share my problems with people, they don’t understand. I don’t complain to them because i know they don’t care. At all.
That’s most people for you. People like sharing their problems but not listen to others’s.
It’s not like i don’t have problems. Although if you just look at me you’ll think i don’t have any.
Well, i used to have a soul but it died at some point and i’m now dead inside. I don’t tell that to people. They wouldn’t understand. They wouldn’t care either.
So i conceal and people see it as an invitation to talk and share their *problems*.
I used to care and try to give my help or advice but then my soul died. So if i’m giving advice unless it is about books, movies or tv shows i don’t recommend you to follow them.
You may be thinking, but you are sharing here right now, aren’t you? Well, joke’s on you. I don’t truly believe any of this is even real.