Outside observation of humans and emotions

Humans are delicate and often insensitive and selfish when it comes to complex emotions and other individuals. In difficult emotional situations involving kin or companionship, humans often break down, and refuse to see the other individual’s struggles. They get incredibly hurt and blame one another, without thinking of the emotional damage and despair the other(s) experienced leading to the final outcome. They are all about love and support until emotions get tense, and instead of acceptance comes hostility which often ruins what’s left of a bond. It’s happened to me with family, friends, mates- Any kind of bond that surrounds a human, it has happened. It’s another reason why I avoid them. They do things that are unnecessary and unfunny, then get upset when I wish to quietly back away a few steps.
Or-
I’m just in a situation where I’d like to quietly back away a few steps.
And-
They start throwing human behaviors at me like lying, betrayal, abandonment, etc. When I say “I’m not like others,” it is literal. But Mankind is Mankind and they’re only used to themselves. I am not incorrect. Humans are used to humans. And their own species emotionally attacking each other. The only behavior they expect from nonhumans is aggressive violence and physical aggression, such as being bitten, mauled and the likes. We are below them and therefore rather insentient.

Concerning releasing emotions in a human manner. (Past writing.)

It hits hard. And I take the blows harder; stuff them in a jar.
Put it away; close the lid.
Make another happy vid.
But jars can only hold so much, and eventually I take them out.
Break every one.
Shattering glass; crack!- like a gun.
Dancing between the glass shards, hitting hard.
Harder.
Left, right; boom, boom. Tattoo of fists against cement.
A vent of impact; slam, slam!
Direct every hit I’ve taken every second, every day. Direct it out my fist against the wall, because hey!
I’ll shrug at you when you tell me no. Because where on earth am I supposed to let this shit go?
Boom, boom; slam, slam!
A tattoo; a jam of fists like a drum set. The clash of the cymbals will be my frustration releasing in a cry of raw sound.
No one can see me like this; mentally on the ground.
I’m scary like this.
“You’re so chill,” people tell me. There’s no way I can let them see.
I always have to be calm, always have to be there.
Even when the world inside my head is burning down, and I’m trying not to care.