We sympathize when one’s gone
We empathize when one’s gone
We understand when one’s gone
We accept when one’s gone
We forgive when one’s gone
We recognize when one’s gone
We appreciate when one’s gone
We self monitor when one’s gone
The awakening comes in after putting one to sleep
The reception comes in after exposing one to rejection
Yet another excuse of being “human!”
How can we tell if a person is depressed by just seeing at a person
We can’t state about what’s happening inside an individual
Irony: We can do assumptions
We’re masters at it!
Irony: We can presume only what gives us pleasure
The delight of validating one’s own “shrewd” predictions.
Exuse, ‘ We’re humans’
