Del Rio Introspection
/Del Rio nights leaves something to be desired, quiet, as is my mind, filled only of my own thoughts, which scars me. There was a time where I felt that being emotional was to be weak, strange even. Though I no longer think it is weak, I still feel it is quite strange. Even stranger still, I have come to realize how usual my lack of emotion is. I see its value yet I possess very little. I have grown to be fascinated by other capacity to feel, envious even. Selfishly, I think this is why I am drawn to my current occupation. A broad array of emotions are amplified in such a place making even the least empathic among us feel something. I share in some of peoples most intimate and weakest moments without ever having to return the favor. What does this say of me? Well, I think that is enough introspection for one night.
