Ow the pain!

Not a day goes by where I don’t feel like Kevin Costner in Dances With Wolves.

“It’s a bad habit and I’m sick of it!” he says at one point.

And I’ve created a lot of bad habits over the last few weeks….bad habits like “having feelings” for someone, “feeling alive again”, and being reminded that perhaps “the world isn’t such an empty void after all.”

Fuck that.

What the fuck are “feelings” anyway?

Is that what YOU people call “emotions” or “possessing real concern for others”? Or, even worse, “love”?

I’ve never had any of those sensations and I never WILL. That shit is for the plebs. Not me.

I’m a fully healthy adult male. I’ve learned to bury my emotions deep down. Hell, I don’t even feel them anymore because I’ve gotten so powerful.

When I see a child crying on a street corner begging for my change, I say “tough shit, kid. Take this opportunity as a learning experience. Never let them see you bleed. Never let them see you cry. You want something in this world, you TAKE IT.” So I give him my .38 and direct him to the liquor store.

That’s how REAL men solve their problems.