Bogus.

I don’t need to do that.

I already know what it’s like to be you.

I have supernatural powers of empathy.

I feel exactly what you feel.

Don’t have to walk in your shoes.

Don’t have to live a day in your life.

I am tuned in to your emotions.

Need proof?

You’re feeling skeptical.

You doubt my claim of supernatural empathy.

Ka-Boom!

Nailed it, didn’t I?

Don’t tell me I’m full of malarkey.

That’s judgmental.

You don’t know what it’s like to be me.

Nobody has lived my life but me.

Nobody can say anything about my choices.

(Except people who think I’m flawless.)

This upsets you.

I can feel it.

Your urge to criticize me is strong.

But you CAN’T!

You’ve never worn my shoes!

They probably won’t even fit you.

…I have shallow arches.

So accept it when I tell you:

Ignorance isn’t stupidity.

Disagreement isn’t hatred.

AND

You DON’T know everything.