Here is the definition according to babylon:
empathy
n. entering into the feelings of another, sympathy, vicarious emotion, understanding

I think life would be a lot easier for me without it. I’ll start crying when I think about bad things happening to people. It’s not long lasting, so I don’t mind too much, but it’s quite inconvenient. Sometimes I’ll cry watching the news, or adverts for charities, and strangers wont understand that I’m over it in a couple of minutes, and that I understand that it has nothing to do with me, and that I’m being completely irrational.

It’s funny, because I’ll only get a tiny bit tearful about sometime that’s REALLY bothering me personally in front of close friends. It doesn’t bother me (well it does, but not enough to make me stop) if I’m crying for somebody else though. And I could start bawling.
I’m such a weirdo :)

empathy is a beautiful thing. . .and i think it’s beautiful that you are trying to develop it. . .for me, it was born into me. I have to work hard to not feel other people’s emotions with them. . .concerts and large gatherings are always a crap shoot for me. . .too many people with too many different emotions. . .and there is a woman in Austin who has been linked to me emotionally since the moment we met. . .we’ve never spent much time together, but we . . .ok, now i’m sounding crazy. . ._{lola needs to stop talking now. . .ah, whiskey, the great lubricator. . .}

but then find myself crying when I see someone else cry. My dad and I both have this sad Russian thing going. He used to cry when he’d watch commercials and someone on it would cry. There was this Bell Telephone commercial where the guy called his mom, and said “I just called to say I love you, Mom.” and my dad would cry. Not bawl or anything, just one tear. My dad was the more emotional one of the two. I’ve actually never seen my mom cry. She was more like “I’ll give you something to cry about.”

The worst thing for me was when I was learning to stick needles in people and I felt sorry for them because I knew I didn’t know what the hell I was doing.