Artists with incredibly high emotional intelligence will quit writing sooner or later. Trust me, it’s a fact. Now, let’s say that hypothetically speaking an ’empath’ did exist. What would he be like? Well, first, you won’t be able to lie to him, and he’ll know if you’re keeping secrets the moment he encounters you. And he’s hardwired to feel that way, he doesn’t need some horrifying deity or sacrifice. He just knows. Second, he won’t call himself an ‘empath’, because something like that is a curse, not a blessing. Imagine soaking up everybody’s emotion and coping. Third he’ll probably resort to alcoholism or addiction to find release. Fourth, he’ll love solitude and hate the annoying crowd, and fifth he’ll absolutely despise predators or emotional vampires and do anything to protect vulnerable people, including self-sacrifice or in a certain terrible scenario force. Why? Well, he senses far deeper than ordinary people do. He feels for the poor, the broken-hearted and the despairing because he’s seen much trial in his own life. And he’ll come across as naïve but there’s another side to him: a side which wants to forsake the other peculiar species called the ‘feeder’. Because for each soul who absorbs and reciprocates love, there’s probably some occultist bastard or bitch who thrives on other people’s misery. And don’t get me wrong, the empath feels anger too, but it’s a righteous anger, a ball of fury that will consume a sick, twisted, sociopathic mind. And he’ll laugh with you when you’re kind, but rub him the wrong way, and he’ll fade from your existence. Rub him some more, and you’ll provoke him. He’ll also look to the light, and fiercely love a few, even if he’s trapped in the darkness, and his tragic optimism will sicken people. Finally, I see so many come along seeking out the broken and miserable, and calling themselves ‘empaths’. Trust me, avoid them. I’d hack a narcissistic, psychopath who feeds off torturing people and wanting them to stay depressed with a machete, if I was god. So, remember that all white-robed prophets come straight from the abyss, and a flurry of emoticons must be deconstructed. And also remember that predators will never face you man to man, without some conniving trick up their sleeve because then they’ll be bitch slapped and weep like Ronda Rousey did. And please don’t forget that I do not believe in a metahuman called an ‘empath’, because we’re as flawed as they come, and I just believe in love and justice.
© Nitin Lalit Murali (2018)