Where did my feelings go? Somewhere along the way, I've misplaced my emotions. I care about very few things. My brothers, my dog....hmm...there have to be more. I think. Society tells me there should be, right? I should have a plethora of friends and acquaintances and care about each relationship. I should have a wonderful social life. But I don't. And that is a choice I've made. If I never spoke to most people again, I wouldn't lose sleep over it. People that call me to hang out are blown off and I don't make any effort to contact anyone.
Does that make me an asshole or does it just mean that I've chosen what is important and what isn't? And why is it so hard for me to take apart two flat Legos?