When I was a kid, my mother would furiously accuse me of being "cavalier," as if it was a choice I'd made or something I could change. When I eventually got a shrink, she described me as having 95% of my emotions "numbed." Anger and anxiety/panic I can feel easily enough, but the rest is spotty at best.
As you might imagine, then, I have very little feeling towards anything to do with the lives of others. I know I'm supposed to have those feelings, and I fake them (as best I can) pretty automatically, but unless it's something really major that I'm hearing about I might as well be reading about a character in a book. Heck, I'd get MORE emotionally involved with the characters in a (well-written) book.
If I didn't fake it, and people could see the indifference, boredom, even contempt that I actually feel... what was it someone posted on another thread about torches and pitchforks?
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In a rational world, those who act in rational ways would be considered normal, and those who act in irrational ways that they somehow decided were "right" would be the freaks.