I'm here, typing away at the computer, and somehow I don't feel quite right. You know : inside. Somedays the feeling is at a dull rumble, somedays its right up in my face. I've had this feeling of : not being so good for a long time, probably as long as I can remember.
I try to ignore the feeling. When I was a kid, I had school work to do and feeling badly would interfere with its completion, so I tried to just ignore it. I played lots of video games and watched lots of tv to keep the feeling nicely subdued.
Now as an adult, I have become better at keeping the feeling buried inside of me, and continuing to function, but, I cannot help but feel that I am missing something, something : vital.
What is this thing? Feelings. That part of our humanity which we silently repress. After all, don't want to be "too real" right?
My question is then, "Why, do we repress our feelings?", and, to give it the proper Anthropological spin, "What function does it serve the species?"
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