We weren't always like this, what was the last good emotion you felt and why? before you had to make a mask for it?
Before I was like that I was a train engineer.
The train carts were filled with brave soldiers going off to war against evil aliens from outer space.
I swear I was only curious about what would happen if I played with the engine a little.
It was a catastrophe of the highest magnitude.
The train derailed and a lot of mothers lost their sons that day.
No one survived.
The funeral pyre was magnificent and the plastic melted in a mesmerizing fashion, giving off an almost narcotic plume of smoke.
I think I got into trouble for burning the carpet too.
choo choo!
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Like the last time you felt ok with everything.
I don't really recall ever feeling "OK with everything" but I remember feeling happy playing with my friends when I was little.
I think anti-socials are capable of feeling the full spectrum of human emotion but it's hard cause they weren't socialized to as young children. Children who are exposed to criminal, violent, and/or otherwise antisocial behaviour tend to model that behaviour. They are capable of feeling guilt, but they usually rationalize criminal acts. They believe that their target deserved being harmed because they "fell for it" and "it's survival of the fittest" or any other such whimsical notion.
Intense fear and grief. I was about 10. Some shithole "friend" told me about cunnilingus and how you blow as opposed to sucking. So later that evening me and my sister were playing doctors as we often did and when it was my turn to examine I tried this thing. Started lightly, but then quickly intensified my blowiing and I kinda lost myself in it, when I raised my head to look at her reaction she was all red looking as if she's choking and making these weird squealing noises. Naturally I thought it was working but then she started doing something scary - panicking, with her eyes. My heart went crazy, I quickly realized something's wrong. I tried everything I could think of, but even with all the knowledge in the world there was nothing I could do. The air got into her blood vessels and she died a rather painful death. I didn't quite realize that she was gone forever, and that that corpse was basically the same as her clothes on the floor - essentially empty and meaningless. I think that might have influenced my decision to become a medical doctor.