When I was 18 through the whole summer I would cry probably once every day. If there was something emotional on TV, I'd start blubbing; if I heard a really beautiful song a little tear would well in the corner of my eye, build into a large drop and fall down my cheek. It was like I'd gone through some emotional transition and was suddenly in touch with the world in a more meaningful way than I ever had been before. It was like this every day from the moment I woke up to the second my eyes closed at night.
Then my course of anti-malarial Mefloquine* was over and so were the feely feelings. As were the hallucinations, insomnia and chicane-like way of walking. To put it simply, I was no longer insane.
Emotions are for girls, no man ever built a bridge or a fighter jet or a submarine out of emotions. Does Mr T cry? NO.
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