I’ve always hated this phrase. What does it even mean?!

Yes but if i did that thing I’d kill myself in about five minutes. So really I’m doing the healthy thing.

I can’t help it. Emotions are irrational nonsense.

I can feel empathy and apply it to many circumstances. I feel injustices very strongly. I’ve felt infatuation and its addiction many times, but love baffles me. It is like a word without meaning, akin to calling yourself smart. If it is not self evident, the point of the word is mute. It may be closest to cohabitation in a way; like an almost masochistic willful endurance. Is it friendship with addiction and usefulness. Perhaps I should partner with a chat bot and heroin. Curiosity is my favorite emotion. I use curiosity to emulate all the rest. People that feel their emotions, appear unstable and unreliable to me; seeking validation for being bad people; seeking justification for narcissism, sadism, or masochism.