REAL MEN DON'T HAVE FEELINGS

I woke up an hour ago after sleeping for 13 hours. I have a headache, so exuse me if my grammar is wrong and this post doesn't make a lot of sense. I'm gonna try my best, but I'm also overly tired and ready for a nap, so hopefully I don't pass out mid-type. Anyways, onto the point...

Yesterday, while I was on the bus, one of the girls sitting behind me was bawling her eyes out. I guess her boyfriend of 2 months broke up with her or something. She wasn't just a little upset, with a few lone tears--she was full out sobbing, gasping for air, inconsolable. When she was joined by her friend, I overheard their entire conversation. How the guy didn't want to have sex with her because then it would have been worse when he dumped her, and that he wasn't good for her etc. etc. I'm sure I rolled my eyes at least 10 times, and wished that she would shut up.

This lead me to think--do I have feelings? I mean, I'm sitting there inwardly pissed off because this girl is openly upset. Am I just numb inside? Am I just an empty meatsuit walking around and judging people that openly show feelings in public? So I sat down and started working on an intellectual checklist of my feeling(s). This is what I came up with:

1. Anger: I think I'm very familiar with this emotion and it's probably one that I show the most often. This emotion is usually brought up during hockey games, especially when the Oilers are playing like shit. Yes, I am one of those people who yell at the tv. I cuss, I yell, I name call. The only other real things that makes me angry are my sister and my dad at times. Oh, and if you do something to my friends. That'll really piss me off. Unfortunately, I'm not one for confrontation, so I'll rant and rave to my friends and then I'll keep it quiet after that.

2. Happiness: I suppose I feel happiness every once and a while, like when the Oilers kick ass or a hottie buys me a shot. Or when I get a semi-good grade on an exam or an assignment (marking on a curve fucking sucks). Also, I tend to get pretty damn jolly after a couple of beers. Kinda like the soundtrack to my life at that time is that "Ain't nothing gonna break my stride. Nobody gonna slow me down, oh no. I've got to keep on moving." I think everyone feels happy every once and a while. I suppose it's the little things in life that keep us from murdering each other.

3. Sadness: Now this was a real tough one for me. I haven't cried for over a year and a half, ever since we had to put my dog down. I haven't even cried from being in pain, which is just ridiculous. I did feel kinda bad when everyone in the theatre was sobbing during "The Time Traveler's Wife", while I just sat there and wondered why everyone else was crying. I didn't even cry when they killed off George on Grey's Anatomy.

So in conclusion. I feel 2/3 of the big ones. I'm sure when the times come I'll finally feel the third in one huge dramatic explosion of emotion. I hope when that time comes someone can catch it on videotape, because it's not often that it happens.
-H