I'm not very emotional. In fact, if anything, I'm the opposite. It's something my therapist pointed out to me and I know she's right. I have a very strong tendency to overintellecualize things. Something happens or something that happened, I can be open and matter of fact about it. But all I'll talk is facts, what I observed, or the consequences of actions. Never what I feel. In my defense, I smoke a lot of cigarettes. Like... a lot. So my heart isn't able to feel anything, it's too busy being a ball of smoldering ash. But there are those rare occasions I break down crying. Very rare. What's odd is I used to cry all the time. I had something to cry about. I suppose I still do. But the older I got, the less it happened. Now the only time I cry is when I go to /b/ and check out a baww thread designed for the specific purposes of getting someone to cry. Most guys cry about break ups or lost loves, which is understandable but not my thing. I cry about broken families and dying soldiers. And suicide. And heroes. And when people care. When people care is the worst because it's fiction. So... Those used to make me cry. But, y'know it's like, and maybe I'm overintellectualizing it but... This man gets up on stage at a comedy club. He tells a joke. Doesn't matter what it is, it was funny and everyone laughs. So he pauses... then tells it a second time. Everyone laughs again. When he tells it a third time, less people laugh. The fourth time, only a few chuckles. The fifth time nobody laughed. The man smiled. He said, "If you can't laugh at the same thing over and over, how is it you cry about the same thing over and over?"