reply to post by Badfuture
Other than giving advice or comfort to other people, it's hard to see many positives to being an empath.
I also find it frustrating to never receive the same level of empathy back, to be honest it never crossed my mind that most people aren't capable of
I wonder are we the healers of society? Because I gotta say I'm a million miles away from that in reality lol.
Recently I lost an easy thread debate and got two warnings etc due to anger, like someone said (it may have been you) once the anger strikes you lose
the empathic ability. However powerful a social skill it is, it seems we can only use it for good.
You are absolutely right in that there are not
many positives for us. I always tried to make myself think that at least perhaps I was
generating good karma for myself. Honestly it all depends on my mood. Alot of times it's simply depressing, other times it seems to make me feel good
being so connected. Usually it just becomes a double edged sword.
For example, I didn't get online last night because I was all wrapped up in taking care of (what I thought) was a stray dog. I found him while I was
out running errands. He was in a strange part of town and I pulled over to take a look at him, he was all emaciated and looked a bit beat down. So I
pull over and get out to look at him. I give him a few scraches and love pats and he proceeds to jump into my truck. That was it, clearly the dog was
coming home with me. I hung around in the area for about an hour, flagging people down, asking if they recognized the dog, etc. Of course no one knows
anything. He had a tag on but it wasn't an id tag, it was more of a micro-chip registration tag. There wasn't even a name or phone number. I started
to think someone dumped the dog
Anyway, I proceed to finish my errands in town with my new buddy in tow. Meanwhile, I called my husband to tell him I'm bringing the dog home for the
night because everything is closed, couldn't even take him anywhere to be scanned because it was late and I live in the sticks. Hubby proceeds to
freak out on me. (Keep in mind, I'm already kind of maxed out on dogs!) I am told all the time that if I try to stuff another dog into our small
house, "THAT'S IT"........lol.
So naturally I bring the dog home anyway. I just wanted to get him set up nice in the yard until morning. I had no intentions of bringing him in the
house and upsetting my other dogs. I just wanted to keep him safe until morning when I could bring him to the Humane Society (ours is a "no-kill"
shelter). I set up the shed for him to sleep, put blankies, food, water, toy, etc. It was all going really well until it started to storm. Figures.
So now I absolutely have to get this dog to stay in the shed.....but he wont. He's running around the yard barking, coming up on the porch, making me
feel awful for not letting him in. Naturally hubby is pissed as hell (per usual).
At this point I'm absolutely hysterical and soaking wet after running in and out of the house 872 times trying to calm this poor little guy down. I
was contemplating sneaking him into the house and just hiding him somewhere (which isn't realistic at all). So while I'm thinking on all this, I
decided to call animal control to see if there were any 24 hour shelters in the area I could take him to. I was willing to drive out of my way to make
sure he would be safe. Of course I really wanted to bring him inside and keep him forever but my dogs are very close-knit and they wouldn't go for
it. I simply cannot take in another baby right now, as much as it breaks my heart.
So, I'm calling all over creation and finally someone rings me back. Turns out (a few calls later), that this dog IS NOT homeless. Evidently he has
escaped more than a few times! Naturally I am relieved, so I call his owner and bring him home, etc. etc.
Basically now I'm pissed. First of all this women didn't seem to think it was any big deal that her dog didn't have an appropriate tag on. Nor did
she find it a problem that he was wandering the neighborhood looking under-fed. Granted, she was extremely grateful that I returned him but she was
soooo lackadaisical about the whole thing. It just made me even more upset.
Keep in mind, this totally ruined my night. I was crying during the entire ordeal because I was so upset about this dog. I fought with my husband,
because basically he's sick of me trying to save every stray animal, needy person, etc, etc. I'm still upset today in fact. I am too emotional for
this sort of thing and it happens all the time.
Just figured I would share (and vent). I'm positive that everyone has been in these type of situations but we seem to be magnets for it. Things that
wouldn't normally be such a big deal become very, very deep and personal for us. Badfuture was entirely on point when saying how frustrating this
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