Mind container

If you were learned in the speak of emotion and have that rare ability to articulate feeling and sense, then there would be the highest likability that you would tend to isolate your own heart and your own heart's worth and observe your own feelings in a third person sense. You become your own shrink and pick on your own pities. To understand your emotions, the most intricate intangible part of you, and so easily displace yourself from those entireties and meddle and twarth them to fit better.
But that'd make you a sad empty void, placated with your own self induced theories of why you feel so dreary and weak..

Then you have that other layer to it, as everything has. If you're so versed in emotions, you'd be so wrapped up with them you become a boderline emotional wreck if you don't play your cards right. You become your own planetarium of happiness and heartbreak, you see only the axis of feeling circle and consume you. That to be happy, you feel there is this underlying need to match it with the same volume of sadness. That to receive sympathy, you inject yourself with pathos.

But if you talk the talk, must you really walk the walk


I like humans and humans being vulnerable , i think