Chapter 6 – Blind Allegiance

Chapter 6 – Blind Allegiance

The 20 year life span between the two (real) me’s was not without it’s significant moments, substance, or things I will hold onto for the rest of my life, but it was empty in many ways. It was like the universe, big and beautiful and full of life, but also dark and strangely void.

It was like my own black hole. Whereby, I was trapped by myself, without conception of myself.

Before moving on though and explaining what it was like escaping this black hole, I want to first go over one more thing which brought me into this existence – my personal relationships. Continue reading “Chapter 6 – Blind Allegiance”

Chapter 5 – AutoCorrect Off

Spoiler alert. I’ll go ahead and start this chapter by breaking the news to you all that I did not become Chuck Norris. Le Sigh. Maybe the worst or best parenting decision my parents ever made stopped that from ever becoming a reality, or from me having my own memes out there. Or did it? A good friend of mine made this.

Regardless, I’m still kinda pissed there aren’t more of them out there.

Basically though, due to my rambunctious and somewhat violent behavior in elementary school, I was put in in-school counseling around the first or second grade. Something along the lines of anger management for little people. Continue reading “Chapter 5 – AutoCorrect Off”

Chapter 4 – mini me

Chapter 4 – mini-me

I’ll be honest, I kinda liked mini me growing up despite all that ridiculous machismo I tried to exemplify. I was incredibly raw and wild and free and happy, and the world to me held countless possibilities. There was no can’t in my vocabulary, and I honestly believed I could do anything I wanted to. I even thought I’d end up being President or something one day. Hey, not too late right? I mean if an inmate in West Virginia can get votes… Continue reading “Chapter 4 – mini me”

Chapter 3 – All-American Boy

Chapter 3 – All-American Boy

Isn’t that pretty much all men?

That’s a question/statement I’ve gotten from a lot of women when I talk about my previous inability to be emotionally attached or available. As if they all are secretly head nodding as they relate. I think most women in America in fact have just accepted that we American men aren’t going to be someone they can count on to talk to about their feelings, or to share our own thoughts with (least expect more than a head nod or occasional glance up from our electronic devices while doing so).

To have a man voluntarily talk about his feelings in fact, would probably cause a member of the opposite sex to wonder if a pig is flying gleefully through the air somewhere. Yet, it’s the polar opposite if we were to turn things around and talk about women under the same premise. Continue reading “Chapter 3 – All-American Boy”

Chapter 2 – Adultizing

Chapter 2 – Adultizing

Growing up, well; actually, that’s a funny thing – growing up. Before I even begin to explain what my life was like growing up and how I got to this point in my life, I’d like to talk about just how oddly we go about creating grown ups in our society or classifying people as grown ups and what that results in.

Take how we classify a boy becoming a man for starters. Depending on your culture (or wacko family) becoming a man could mean anything from when you turn 18, to when you stop growing, to when you start growing body hair, to having your first drink, to when you lose your virginity, to standing on some tall pole practically naked for a ridiculously long amount of time, etc., etc. However, through all the traditions all over the world that have to do with classifying how a boy becomes a man (or a grown up), I don’t think one actually coincides with how that individual recognizes their own maturity. It’s just assumed that under certain circumstances or by a certain time you will become one – a man or a grown up. But what if you don’t? And who the fuck ever has?

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Chapter 1 – Chronologically Feeling

Probably seems a bit odd that someone who has a blog titled Man, ALL the Feels would have a book titled Unemotional. But getting to this point in my life was a giant ride on the emotional struggle bus. I haven’t always been so ‘feely’. In fact, I have only been so for about 10% of my life. I hope you’ll follow along as I do my best to tell you how all that played out. Maybe it’ll help you or someone you know feel something as well.

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Preface Thought:

Why is it that we can only open up emotionally, completely, trustingly to others through writing and song? Why aren’t we allowed our humanity in the company of other humans?

Chapter 1 – Chronologically Feeling

Lots of stories start at the beginning, some fast forward to the end, but I honestly couldn’t tell you where this story begins or what will happen at the end. Instead, I’ll just tell you what I’ve learned and how that came about.

For the first 30 odd years of my life, 10,657 days to be exact, I was incapable of entirely feeling pretty much anything. For myself or for others. I would underline the word entirely here if I was writing this to myself, because although I felt every emotion I just couldn’t feel the whole spectrum of any emotion during that time. I mean there were always feelings, I just couldn’t really feel any of them if that makes any sense. I damn sure couldn’t share any of them with anyone else. The connection that I needed to do so, between my inner self and my cognitive/physical self, was just never established growing up. Or, there were things that maybe more accurately hindered that connection from being forged during my development. So I guess you could say in many ways I was spared, or I spared myself, from feelings as a result. Feelings, however, are something you never want to be spared from.

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