I'd like to think that I'm a pretty good person. I truly have genuine intentions of helping people and finding peace and quell the internal struggle that I that I suffer through all the time. Every day, I try to do something so that at night, right before I fall asleep, I can ask myself, "Did I do something to change someone's life?" and answer that I did. As much as I try to help people and do something to bring a little peace to the corner of the planet I live on and take my tiny torch and ebb away at the tsunami shitfest that the world throws at me, I really, really cannot feel any feelings of good or happiness. I simply can't relate to people. It takes so much of my energy to suppress the feelings, but all I feel is numb emptiness and this rage. All I feel is rage against people. I can't relate to them and it frustrates me, because I don't think that I should feel so dignified and so above people. For example, there was this guy that used to come by this place I was working at. He was blind and deaf. He'd get lost and then come into the store. I can sign, so when I realized he was blind and deaf, I managed to communicate with him enough to help him get what he wanted done, done and help him get on his way home. I felt absolutely nothing. No sense of accomplishment. No sense of joy or even a sense of care if he'd come back or if he made it home alright. Is this normal? All the psyche classes I've taken say that I'm showing all the symptoms of a sociopath. The only emotions I can honestly feel are rage and frustration, with a smattering of joy and happiness. I can't remember the last time I felt sad, or love, or desire or passion or any other normal emotion. It's really frustrating.