Some people have a sensitivity to peanuts. Some to dairy. Some to the bite of a harmless arthropod or the simple pollen of a wild orchid.
I am sensitive to sadness. Always was, always will be. To see someone filled with anticipation and excitement only to be let down or go unrecognized has always flooded my being with a greater grief.
How ironic it is then, that I would be targeted and captured by a sociopath. Someone who holds no empathy for others. No feelings. Someone predatory by birth or created in the hell that can be life.
It is hard, for an aged reasoned man like I, to write such things but the hopelessness is a power of it's own so maybe it is just me further succumbing to the hardships of life.
I have traveled from site to site for years and never posted. I instead read story after story of women who claim every failed romance to be the work of a monster called Antisocial. It made me believe no one knew what a true sociopath was.
Am I alone? A 6 foot plus, 220 lbs man in his prime with the keys to the world in hand taken down by a street performer. It's both humiliating and unusual. How does one come forward? How does one go to the grave finally free?
How does one banish the sadness that drove me here?
This is my introduction.