What if you lived an entire lifetime without feeling anything for anyone? This thought just struck me, and I have to say, I couldn't imagine a person that has never felt one emotion.
I've felt it all except maybe pure anger. It's the one emotion I feel that's always tied in with others. Why? I'm not quite sure. Maybe it's because if I ever experience it alone I'd kill someone.
Even serial killers have their reasons, inate or calculated. Have they lived their lives without ever feeling happy, sad, mad, jealous, sexually frustrated, excited, anxious, scared?
Not to get into the psychology of human emotion, watching medical shows makes me want to stray away from the brain at the moment, but... why are we this way?
Why are people so in tune or disconnected from emotion? Why does emotion carry the biggest piece in who we are? Why does emotion rule the world?
What would your life be if you never felt anything? Who would you be? Anyone? I think... I FEEL... that I would be a thing. An object. I might as well be brain dead. Be nothing.
I allow myself to feel. Everything. The anger attached to whatever accompanying emotion, the happiness, the sadness, the sucidal gloominess, the uplifting hope, the sexual frustration... All that makes me this strange girl.
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