For the longest time, I was the kind of person that judged “overly emotional” people. Not because emotions are inherently bad, or shouldn’t be trusted, but because I saw that they were in a special kind of jail.
Impulses were unpredictable and uncontrollable, yet they always seemed to listen to them. It never made any sense to me.
To this day, I consider myself someone firmly on the other side of that spectrum — I like to know, to control, to predict, to make sense of every little detail of my life. Those were the tools I was born with — perhaps the same ones that were reinforced by my environment — and I’ve gotten pretty comfortable using them.
But some others — those “overly emotional” people to be precise — probably looked at my life as another form of jail as well.