On one end of the scale, you’re overcome by so much raw emotion and desperation that you jump at it in a heartbeat.
And on the other end, you’re feeling nothing. Completely devoid of any emotion other than “fck it”.
Having experienced the former, I now find myself sliding towards the latter. Events, some recent and others not so recent, have not been good. It’s clear the stigma I have is poisonous. I’ve had backs turned on me and knives stuck in mine among other shit. I’ll spare the details, I just can’t be bothered.
I’ve lost a lot of faith in humanity and with it I’m losing more and more fucks I give for anything.