I oftentimes wonder if I'm not a very clever facsimile of a human. I'm good at playing emotions. I wouldn't be able to tell you anything about what happiness or sadness feel like.

I can describe physical sensations though. Knots in my stomach belie a discomfort, perhaps even worry. I don't know what I'm getting at.

I also frequently wonder how capable I am of lying, manipulating and hurting people. People insist I am a bad liar. Or that I empathize too much to manipulate or hurt people. I'm not so sure.

Empathy is sticky. I don't get caught up in it the way people insist I do.

I am very good at playing normal.