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@@voidjockey82 VOID WHAT THE FUCK

LITERALLY THOUGH

The Avatar racism is real.

Just wanted to comment the same xD

It is telling that Gertrude kept referring to herself as the head Archivist up until her death, she never accepted her role as an Avatar

@@rachelheer7715 I don't think she ever said head archivist in previous season.

@@AL-jg4prYep she always said "Gertrude Robinson recording"

@@rachelheer7715 yeah, based on her just saying her name when recording, it seemed like she was avoiding becoming an avatar of the eye (though how she managed to do that for 50+ years while Jon became one after less than five is something I'm unclear on) on purpose. and this is why Elias was able to kill her. she may've been given the same choice Jon was, but I suspect not-- even if she had, why would she choose differently after fifty years?

Nothing like a quick pick-me-up after a 6-month nap. lol

I THOUGHT THAT WAS A JOKE UNTIL I GOT TO THAT BIT

He must have been famished

I mean an Archivist's got to eat

@@lordbaphie agreed 😂

As well he should. Martin is to be protected.

he fucking would lmao

he rly said (ง'̀-'́)ง

My thoughts exactly! His tone was so dark all of a sudden

Finally found a comment that is not too formal lmao

hospital gown & all with his frail fists up

Just gonna pick up the IV-Drip and use it as a club.

@@voidjockey82 the mental image of this is absolutely sending me 😭

I wanna thank this comment section for the mental images lmao

BRO IM CRYING IDK Y I FIND THIS SO FUNNY

I still miss Sasha

My heart aches for Sasha and Tim every day

Elias is still around. He's not dead!

@@mimkyodar don't remind us

@@mimkyodar if we work hard enough we can change that

This is an excellent question. Thank you for sharing this enlightenment, as now all I can picture is Jon having a Hawaiian shirt recording statements.

@@Mothlocks that's awful I love it

ive been drawing him in a shirt and boring sweater vest lmao

@@f_mva or like, a brown jacket with patch elbows.

@@Barely_Here oh that's awful, he _definitely_ wears that

I feel like it had more to do with having heard a live statement beforehand too

@dull_demon4717 Yes. Oliver's statement allowed Jon to understand that he had to make a choice: remain human and succumb to death or give himself to the Eye and become The Archivist. Jon chosses to live as something inhuman. He does only fully come around when Basira brings him a statement; which she just conveniently _knows_ Jon is going to want/need.

I heard it too

I heard that too…I think it made me certain that he hasn’t lost himself completely to the eye

it honestly made me happy hearing him jump outta no where dnxnxnbxxnnx

Our little jokester 💖💖💖🌸🌸🌸🫰🏻🫰🏻🫰🏻

same tho

Masking is a weird social construct indeed

LITERALLY SAME

Eyyy, glad I'm not the only one thinking that

I literally had the same thought

Neurodivergent, disabled, and deeply traumatized people: *exist* Lorrell: I've cracked the fucking code

I noted that too and thought it was a cool and subtle way to do it.

Feels more Stranger to me - that twisting of perception, that idea that you don't actually know what or who other people are.

Ky0dar Thought the same

This feels more like Sociopathy as it has been explained to me. Granted my Autism might manifest differently than this person's. But while I have trouble figuring out people's expressions, I rarely think they have no inner life.

Jessamyn Pratt Sociopaths don’t (usually) think that either. It’s just easier for them to disregard.

Ky0dar honestly it feels like the Spiral, the Lonely and the Stranger, like she feel like her sense don't quite make sense anymore (in a way) lost in a crowd of unknown (well the zombies but the way she describe it they're not people anymore, and that "because" of the Spiral) and alone by her own

Big oof! Apt beginning for this season, honestly... 😞

They always make fun of Martin for solving everything with a cup of tea well whos laughing now🤣

yeah i was thinking the same thing...

martin went home early that day

jonathan sims, mad genius, ruthlessly torturing his namesake

@@f_mva that might've been meant as a joke but that's exactly what he told his parents to do a couple episodes back

Jonny sims himself bathes in it every night

I mean, he had lots of dreams to go through at least???

Oh dear I thought I was only a week. 😥

@@mimkyodarnot that many though, especially since Martin burned some of them. When Elias narrates in 120, they're specifically mentioned. More horrifyingly, all of the people who gave those statements were experiencing SOMETHING during that six months. Probably nothing good.

Well, well, well, how the turns have tabled... And Georgie thought Jon didn't have it in him to do drugs.

What kind of nerd is addicted to reading lmao

@@table2.0 The eye entity

Why is everyone hating on Jon. He has almost no control on what happens to them.

Longer he needs early retirement

@@horrificreader4084 He's the easiest punching bag theyre too scared to lash out at Elias anymore

I guess they think he’s not human anymore (which isn’t wrong) and they’d prefer him dead over becoming like the other avatars they’ve met

I think Georgie is actually disappointed he chose to become an Avatar instead of staying human. He would've died if he stayed human, but now he chose life and isn't human anymore. Do I understand her? Not really, I'm listening to it for the second time and I remember getting very angry at her the first time... But I think I understand her train of thought, though. She was kinda stuck in his comatose dream, too.

Honestly SO RUDE he gave your comment a heart. That's like, a threat, might as well be mocking your fear.

Well, that heart scares me more than any story we heard so far. Great

I came back after finishing the show and yeah, that was a freaking threat

@@bananaboatcharlie I hate this heart so much now that I also finished the podcast

The best way to describe my feeling of seeing the heart of this comment, as a very-late-to-the-party first time viewer: Backing in a corner, wielding a crucifix, screaming nonsensically

They're kayaking.

From all the "Tim's kayaking" comments I saw before the episode, I... I really thought Tim had gone kayaking on a trip with a deathwish to never come back to the Institute and that was how he died. :( I guess saving the world isn't as bad, but idk, the kayaking trauma hasn't left me.

@@mimkyodar ok but genuinely where did the kayaking joke come from

@@odditycat2716 i believe it Was a post-season Q&A?

@@-S.L. genuinely thought the same too so i was in huge denial till they confirmed his death :(

Right?? I bawled

I'm holding out hope for an excited Martin

Some creepy dead avatar of the End seemed to want him back more than any of them, lol. I don't really understand Georgie. Why are they demanding answers from him and getting upset when he can't be sure about the answer? He's been mostly dead for the last 6 months, c'mon!

Wait until Martin sees him ^^

@@jaderush4141 I think because she knows that if he is fine then hes not really human anymore and it probably worries her.

Also, "Water, please.. .... or- or maybe a cup of tea-!"

Not straight, his priorities are more gay than that

This makes total sense here but I can't stop thinking about "tea is gay, phone is love" from the Sherlock fandom. *shudders*

YESSSSS

yeah i was thinking this too!

in that case jon is just like me fr

Our brains r connected

What?!!! She is an avatar too?

@@aaronpaul2651 Connected at least.

Aaron Paul of the End

@@aaronpaul2651 She's not an avatar of the end like, say, Jon or Daisy are. She's more... marked by the End, like how Melanie is marked by the Slaughter.

she doesnt feel fear but sees it instead

thats what i was thinking too lol

Does that mean we can blend in with them?

Offers you a box of tissues. "Just in case"

This is late but would you like a cup of tea

give martin a break challenge (ง'̀-'́)ง

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most likely is :P I don't think such a detail would be left to chance

also sounds like a small crowd outside his room when listening with head phones.

he most likely still is, but it also just sounds like a normal hospital room. tho there's more people talking outside then i've ever heard.

He’s got nothing to do BUT watch in jail, I guess

He's with Sasha and his brother now!!

Rest peacefully king

big same

there's always that one statement in this series that terrifies you, specifically. like it appeals to your set of deep fears so well that it makes you shake with terror the way none of the others do.

There's an old adage - if you're afraid of it, The Magnus archives has an episode about it :P

Wow, cool comment~

ye. didn't you get the pamphlet?

@@tin-_- damn this guy didn't get the pamphlet

@@f_mva There was a pamphlet?? Damn. Guess I mustve missed that meeting

I don't know if you'll see this after two years, but I've got OCD and troubles with dissociation and I was wondering if you could explain how the two play into each other? Because this episode hit far too close to home for me, and I'd like to understand a bit more of why my brain is like this.

i relate, but i like to imagine the actual zombies are different and we're just the ones who can blend in with them? or are on the cusp of becoming them ourselves if we're in the universe?

@@Tristan-M-1i have reality issues and OCD, obvi not the same thing but for me the intrusive thoughts kinda twist reality for me so it might be those mixing together

To me, it felt more like the Lonely, especially considering that this is the first statement that's been read since Peter was put in charge of the institute; makes sense thematically.

I clocked it as more Stranger, with the person repeating things mechanically and being hollow inside. Very uncanny. But there are certainly elements of Lonely. Being alone in a crowd and all that. The Fears do tend to bleed together. There’s no harsh delineations between them. This seems like it’s in that grey area, with a slight lean towards Stranger.

The Stranger does that to weaker minds...

That's just how social anxiety be, tho /s

Nah you're just neurotypical

Nah but fr

This specific aspect of the Lonely also seems kind of connected to the Stranger to me

could be both, as the entities were said to overlap sometimes.

SCATTER

Get him a Martin to deliver him a tea and warm his heart

Ouch. I am the same. But I'm old, and gave up trying. I get so tired of people looking searchingly into my face for the proper cues. Ironically, I'm highly empathetic though I don't want to be.

NO Please, as a lifelong Trekkie, I can't handle the stress of transporters, don't inflict it on others 😂

@@bananaboatcharlie if it helps, in Star Trek it's pretty clear the mind/consciousness/soul actually exists and is measurable and detectable as "consciousness energy", and the transporter just zips it into the reconstructed body (or sometimes accidentally duplicates it) look at cathexis, lonely among us, and realm of fear for evidence of the science soul, plus all the episodes about body swapping, plus the concept of the katra~

BASIRA John. ARCHIVIST (shaky sigh) W,W,What? [PAUSE, BASIRA SIGHS.] BASIRA Georgie, could you give us a minute? There’s some things we should probably discuss. GEORGIE (overlapping) Fine. ARCHIVIST D - Georgie, I - GEORGIE John. If this really is a second chance, please try to take it. But I don’t think that it is. ARCHIVIST (breath) Georgie, I don’t underst - GEORGIE Take care of yourself. [THE ARCHIVIST LETS OUT ANOTHER SHAKY BREATH. GEORGIE LEAVES, CLOSING THE DOOR BEHIND HER.] ARCHIVIST Wh - I - (sigh) (quicker) What about you? Disappointed to see me alive? Basira? BASIRA We can deal with it later. [THE ARCHIVIST SIGHS.] ARCHIVIST (small) Yeah. (breath) Yeah, okay. [MORE HEAVY BREATHING.] BASIRA Do you want me to grab you some water, or…? ARCHIVIST No - ah, the, the, uh, the statement. In your, in your bag. BASIRA Oh. Yeah, I uh, (unzips her bag) I just grabbed one on the way out; I thought maybe you’d need it for - ARCHIVIST (overlapping, quick) You, you were right - I, I think it would do me some good. Do you have a tape re - Oh. [HE SIGHS.] BASIRA How did you know I brought one? (pause) Right. [THE ARCHIVIST SIGHS.] ARCHIVIST Thank you, Basira. BASIRA Hm. [SHE LEAVES, AND WE CATCH A WHIFF OF HALLWAY BUSTLE AS THE DOOR SHUTS BEHIND HER. JOHN LETS OUT ANOTHER DEEP SIGH.] ARCHIVIST Statement of uh, (something catches in his throat, he swallows) Uh, Lorell St. John regarding, uh… (huh) (disbelief) …zombies. Original statement given 1st February, 2015. Recording by (labored breath) Jonathan Sims. The Archivist. Statement begins. [AS HE READS THE STATEMENT, HIS VOICE SLOWLY, INCREMENTALLY STARTS TO IMPROVE.] ARCHIVIST (STATEMENT) People always used to tell me I was… solipsistic. They said that I- never really engaged with other people, never acted like they really existed, or mattered, at least not in the same way that I did. I suppose in, in many ways they were right. It’s hard to explain without sounding stupid. Obviously other people are real - (stammering) O-obviously, the, the way a building is real, or my watch is real. They exist. If people weren’t real, I’m sure I’d find them much less of a chore. So no, I don’t not believe in other people. I just find it very difficult to feel for others, I, I can’t understand them, and they’ve always seemed…oh there’s no tactful way to say it- they’ve always seemed… pointless. I know what my pain feels like, and I know what my joy feels like, but when I see those same things on the faces of my friends, or my enemies, I feel… Well that’s it, isn’t it? I don’t really feel anything. Their emotions and suffering feel as distant to me as a character on a movie screen. More distant, really. I-In many ways I find those crude characters that wander through ridiculous plot after ridiculous plot more relatable than the people watching next to me. That said, Danielle did tell me once that films tended to depict characters like that so it’s easier to project yourself onto them. So maybe it isn’t quite as surprising as all that. I like animals, too. They don’t pretend to be important. So, assuming you can understand anything, I would hope that you could understand why the philosophical concept of zombies might worm its way into my mind. Danielle studies philosophy. W-Well, she studied philosophy. And she was one of those people who loved to talk to other people about it, try to explain it as a way of internalizing the information, so come exam season, her favorite revision method was to try and explain a year’s worth of dusty old white men thinking about existence to me. She said it really helped, and, well - sometimes I didn’t have anything better to do. It never stuck, of course; it’s all kind of rubbish, really- people trying to think the universe into making sense, coming up with all sorts of nonsense and trying to claim that ‘if you can imagine it it must be true.’ I’m, I’m grossly oversimplifying, of course, but I don’t care. I don’t think Danielle did very well in her exams. I remember the night she told me about zombies. It was dark outside and must have been late. It was high summer, and the days were long. And sweltering. Our building really kept the heat, and had very few opening windows, so even in the evening that humid warmth seemed to stick around. One of our housemates, Liam, was sat at the other end of the living room, playing some obnoxious video game. He had the lights at that end of the room turned off, and the screen lit up his blank, gormless face as he stared at some space monster or other that he had to kill. Danielle explained that a philosophical zombie is someone who outwardly displays all the signs of life and consciousness: they talk; they laugh; they scream; they even appear to think. But they have no inner life at all, no actual subjective experience. It’s all a, a rule, a, a conjuring trick. If you cut them, they’d bleed, they might even cry out, but they wouldn’t actually feel any pain, because they can’t actual feel anything. It’s all just an act. (laughing) I said to Danielle, “Like Liam,” a-and she laughed, at what she assumed was a funny joke, and tried to explain it again, told me they weren’t real, that it was all a, a thought experiment, and the fact that you could imagine them was supposed to counter some other philosopher, who sounded equally meaningless. But, like I said, I don’t think she got a very good grade, and looking at Liam, blankly staring into that glowing square on the wall, I, I knew she was wrong. They were real. His eyes were so dark, and - dull. Empty windows to a soul that- he didn’t really have. I started to do some… experiments on him. N-not many, just a few little ones here and there to… see. I suppose you might’ve called them cruel, if Liam was capable of suffering; he certainly pretended to cry out in pain when I accidentally cut his hand while chopping onions, and he did a good impression of grief when his fish died. But his eyes were always the same: cold. And empty. I didn’t do anything about it, obviously; what was the point? There was no real harm in him going out into the world pretending to live his life; it was no skin off my nose, certainly. It wasn’t just him, though. There were… so many more of them out there. At one point I did legitimately entertain the notion that they might all be zombies. Every one. That it was just me. That I was the only real person that existed. But, no, that wasn’t right; it was just certain people; I watched their reactions, the emotions they didn’t quite get right, and I knew they were a facade. It became like a game to me. Watching out for those… soulless husks. Whether on the bus, the street, or even meeting a client for work, I would look into their eyes for just a second, and see the emptiness inside. I tried to make it a game, at least. The truth was, they scared me very deeply. What were they? How did it happen; were they- born hollow, or did something scoop them out, leave them like that? And the question that kept me up, staring into the darkness late at night- why did it seem like I was the only one able to see them? I saw so many people, real people, chatting with these zombies, talking to them as if they were able to understand what was being said to them, rather than simply pretending. How was it that they couldn’t see the quiet void that lurked behind each of their smiles. And there seemed to be more and more of them every day. Sometimes I found myself utterly alone. Facing down a room full of nothing eyes, willing myself to take action. I never did, though. Not even when one of them started following me. I first saw him in the street; it wasn’t difficult to guess what he is; half the people around him were just as hollow and soulless. But there was something else, to him. He was tall. But not so tall as to stick out. Thin, but not unhealthily so. He wore a blue t-shirt despite the falling temperature, and his short, dark hair and pale skin surrounded a smile so fake, it practically glowed. He stared at me as I walked past, not making a move to follow or stop me; nor did his eyes seem to actually… move. It was like one of those paintings that watch you; it just seemed that whatever place I looked at him from, he just happened to be focused on me. In as much as there was any focus in them at all. Vacant. The next day he was there again, this time in the hallway outside my office, standing in the center, so that I had to hug the wall to avoid touching his… motionless form. He was identical. Except that his t-shirt was now a dull orange.

I asked my colleague Norma what she thought of him, why he was there, and if she noticed anything strange about him. She looked out into the corridor, then, back at me and shook her head. She told me he seemed normal enough. But her eyes were like blank pits, and I knew she was lying about all of it. Had he done this? Had he taken Norma’s..s-self, h-her soul, or… or had she always been a zombie? * Cramped, into a little open-plan desk, patiently listening to client complaints, and I just hadn’t *noticed? I looked around my office, a low dread starting to build as he waited outside. A numbing cavity wrapped in skin. I tried to talk to him, when he stood next to me on the bus. I played as casual as I could, trying not to seem afraid when I asked him how his day was going. “Just fine, thank you for asking,” came the flat, uninterested response. Then I, I asked him his name. “Just fine, thank you for asking,” he said. I have never wanted anything as much as I wanted in that moment to cut him, and see if he pretended to scream in pain. By the time he appeared outside my house, this time wearing a rotten green t-shirt, I could feel a numbness in myself even as I looked at him. Was I finally becoming like them? My internal world melting away into nothing but a pantomime? I remember I ran at him, all my rage burning inside my chest as though desperate to remind myself that I could still feel something. I think I might have been screaming, but the memory is fuzzy. I remember I punched him in the face, though. When my fist connected, it was like punching a canvas. Taught, dry, and - yielding, ever so slightly, until all at once it broke with a tearing pop and all that resistance was gone, my fist falling into the empty space behind it. Inside his head, I-I pulled my hand back in sudden disgust, and he looked at me, through the torn and bloodless hole in his head. I could see one blank eye hanging down off his face, still following me, as his split mouth moved to try and form the words that I could hear clear as day: “Just fine, thank you for asking.” They’re all like that now. You’re all like that, I suppose. I have no reason to believe anyone will - (sharp breath) - read this who would be any different, no reason to believe- (same breath) - you’ll be able to read this, that you won’t simply stare blankly at this page before - performing your response, your artificial opinion. There is every chance that I am -the only one left. And the whole world has fallen to a - soulless horde, devoid of life and feeling. Even so, thank you for.. pretending to care. ARCHIVIST Statement ends. (sigh) Well that - (breath) - certainly helped, I think. No notes or - followup in the statement, and… (dry laugh) obviously no research done by myself or, uh… my team. I think we can safely say that Ms. Saint-John is not the only person left in the world, though, whatever (inhale) she might be doing now. And whatever might be with her. They can be hard, though, other, other people. Feelings. I-I’m - I’m trying to focus, trying to make sure I’m the same me as before, but… how can anyone really remember that? How do you know you’re the same person that went to sleep? [HE SIGHS.] [THEN THERE’S A FAINT KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK ON THE DOOR.] ARCHIVIST (CONT’D) (quiet) Oh. (calling) Ah - Uhh, yes - I’m done. [THE DOOR OPENS, WE CATCH A GLIMPSE OF THE HALLWAY BUSTLE. THE ARCHIVIST TAKES A SHAKY BREATH.] ARCHIVIST (CONT’D) Georgie, is she, um - [HE SIGHS.] BASIRA She’s gone. Didn’t see where. ARCHIVIST No, I, I wouldn’t have, uh. [HE SIGHS AGAIN.] ARCHIVIST (CONT’D) Probably for the best. BASIRA Yeah. [PAUSE.] BASIRA (CONT’D) Better? ARCHIVIST Yes. Yes, thank you. BASIRA Right. Then I’ve got questions. ARCHIVIST So do I. BASIRA Me first. What are you? ARCHIVIST I - (sigh) (shaky inhale) Honestly? I don’t know. I don’t feel… inhuman, or… I want to say I’m the same. But I don’t-really know if that’s true. I know I’m different. I feel… more real, somehow. [BASIRA HMS, UNIMPRESSED.] BASIRA So what does that actually mean? [THE ARCHIVIST SIGHS.] ARCHIVIST Probably nothing good. [PAUSE. HE TAKES ANOTHER, LONG SHAKY INHALE.] ARCHIVIST (CONT’D) My turn. What happened to me? BASIRA How much do you remember? ARCHIVIST I don’t… Music. Everything was wrong. Gertrude was there, and then… dancing, I think. Then, pain. And I was somewhere else. Dreaming. BASIRA Dreaming. ARCHIVIST Yes. (pause) …You’re… sure, a-about Tim. BASIRA Yeah, they um… They found his remains a few days later. [PAUSE.] ARCHIVIST And- Daisy? BASIRA They still haven’t found her body. Probably never will. I thought for a while she might, um… (she sniffs) But, it’s been months. She’s gone. ARCHIVIST Just you and me. And - Melanie and M-Martin, I, I guess. (breath) Honestly, I’m surprised Martin isn’t - [BASIRA TAKES A DEEP BREATH.] ARCHIVIST (CONT’D) What? (realizing) Oh god - the, the plan, it’s - Martin i-is - is he okay, w-what - (he takes a breath to compose himself) What did Elias do? BASIRA No, nothing. Elias isn’t the problem. ARCHIVIST So - what? BASIRA Elias is locked up. ARCHIVIST Wait, Martin’s plan worked? BASIRA Yeah. A bunch of sectioned officers took him in. He made some sort of deal, I think, but he’s not getting out anytime soon. ARCHIVIST Oh. (pause) Wow, uh - o-okay, so - what’s the problem? BASIRA He appointed an interim director. Guy named Peter Lukas. ARCHIVIST Oh. BASIRA Yeah. ARCHIVIST I’ve read about him. BASIRA Yeah, I’ve hunted down some of those old statements, and - (small sigh) Yeah. ARCHIVIST What did he do to Martin? BASIRA I… don’t know. We don’t see him around the Archives much these days. Best I can figure? He’s working on something with Lukas. ARCHIVIST No, that - (breath) No, that - that - There must be something else. BASIRA Maybe. I don’t know. ARCHIVIST And Melanie? BASIRA A lot’s happened, while you’ve been gone. [THE ARCHIVIST SIGHS.] ARCHIVIST Right. (sigh) Well I guess we should probably let one of the nurses know I’m awake. (sigh) I’m sure they’ve got all sorts of - tests to do, make sure I’m not a - zombie, or… (hah) I don’t suppose you brought in any - clothes? BASIRA No, I just, you know, grabbed that statement on my way out. ARCHIVIST Right, well, uh - I kept some in the - uh - Archives, uh, in my office. BASIRA Yeah, those got um - we had to throw those out. ARCHIVIST What? BASIRA Like I said, a lot’s happened. ARCHIVIST S-since I’ve been - (inhale) Fine. [HE LETS OUT A DEEP EXHALE.] BASIRA I’ll get you some new ones. Better ones. [PAUSE.] BASIRA (CONT’D) Anything else? ARCHIVIST (swallows) Water, please. BASIRA Sure thing. [SHE OPENS THE DOOR AND LEAVES.] ARCHIVIST Oh, or, uh, a cup of t - [THE DOOR FALLS SHUT.] [LONG PAUSE. THE ARCHIVIST SIGHS.] ARCHIVIST (CONT’D) (almost a whisper) Okay. (sigh) End recording, I suppose. [TAPE CLICKS OFF.]

Thank you!☆=(ゝω･)/

You are welcome!

Petra Iván thank youuuu

that's what i thought literally right up until their hand went through the guy's face the guy saying "just fine, thanks" when asked his name just sounded like something a bone weary, emotionally exhausted person would do

Hey I have that too!! This episode definitely hits different than the others XD I agree that TMA helps though...I wonder if it's because it's listening with no visuals, so I'm concentrating more and being more conscious of what they're expressing? Whatever it is, it's cool

@@Vi_Vi_1 oh wow, it’s cool to see someone else who’s experienced the same! That definitely sounds plausible, it’s weird

I'm alexithymic too, the biggest thing is I don't experience grief or mourning [I've never cried at a funeral, to my knowledge] so whenever something happens I feel so lost and like I have to fake the sadness because everyone will think I'm a heartless, psychopathic monster if I don't. I have actually been yelled at by a relative and accused of being a psychopath for not crying at a funeral, so I mean that from experience unfortunately.

The fashion police

RIGHTTTTTT MY WHUMPY LITTLE HURT/COMFORT LOVING BRAIN AND HEART IS EATING IT ALIVE