Feelings

Husband told me last night that I have a good heart, because I helped a man search for his phone in a movie theatre; a man who had annoyed me earlier by texting during the film.  I don't know about the good heart, I just sympathized with him because whatever happens to another person, or an animal, I can feel it. I involuntarily place myself in his/her situation, and I feel what it is like. I feel what this person/animal feels inside and if it's a happy feeling, I am as happy as well, but if it's a horrible feeling, I need to fix it, for I don't want anyone else to feel it too. It may make me a sucker but that is how I am. I believe it's called being an empath.

Putting an omelette with tomatoes between two chapattis is the worst idea I've ever had. Never do this. It's horrible.