Even beginning to write this makes me scared of what the Internet will say.

However, John Cassidy's piece in "The New Yorker" began an all too familiar feeling of hatred toward a man that I will never support.

After a sergeant of the U.S. special forces was killed in Niger, the outpouring of support from anonymous people to his family and pregnant wife was astounding. He was a Gold Star recipient, a respected and brave man fighting for his country.

Yet, the President couldn't respect this and remember his name.

In a strange, "he said, she said" type of conversation (how familiar are we with these after almost a year of this man seen as "president"?), we the people can now see how utterly unsympathetic this man is. I may only be 21 years old, but I don't think there is one president that did not take another human's emotions into mind like this one has.

It seems as though he is afraid of his own emotions.

He cares immensely what other people think of him (as Cassidy pointed out about his fear of baldness), but is also so self-absorbed that he actually believes he is better than others. He can't even apologize for a simple mistake - one that any other President would have picked up the phone right away to apologize, not send a press secretary out to fix his battles.

In a multitude of ways, I think we as a society have strayed so far away from empathy: whether in the dating world (think twice about ghosting someone, please), or just in general human decency (as soon as a human helps another human, it's plastered all over social media). This president surely does not believe in empathy whatsoever.

It's tough knowing that the world we live in now is so different than the one I grew up in. Sure, times do change, but is this the way that we really want to go?