We are a generation that totally hates the feeling, or maybe we love it so much that we’ve pissed each other off by showing too much emotion. Feelings and emotions may be dumb and stupid and whatever. We might hate it to death --but guess what, hate is still a hefty emotion!

Unfortunately, and I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but we’ve been feeling for like ever. I mean since the hominid evolution to now, we’ve been feeling emotions both vibrant and dull since the beginning of time. It’s okay I feel that too, feelings are hard to have.

But maybe they shouldn’t be. It’s because they are vulnerable and we’re pretty hard-up --especially hitting young adulthood. Because how else are you supposed to protect yourself?

In our full-offense, feelings are given a horrible reputation. I wish we were better too, and we could be, but we use a caged heart in order to seem unbreakable. And sometimes it’s just better to feel out your emotions when you’re so deeply trying to suppress it.

We’re a polite generation in terms of keeping our hands to ourselves --well most of the time. In other words, we mostly like to keep our secrets to ourselves, and maybe we don’t like showing too much heart on our sleeves. It’s a dangerous card game and one that I would prefer to fold in if I had the chance.

It’s much more fun to hide-away than to handle ourselves in an unfashionable manner. Our manners prove to be frightful, petulant and stifling. We haven’t stopped feeling, we aren’t robots, but we have stopped mourning broken hearts and only reserve such behavior for dead bodies. But what happens when your heart’s broken over the death of a body that continues to live? Do we still get to reserve the mourning rights for the funeral of the living dead?

We favor certain heartbreaks over others in an attempt to mask being overdramatic. We aren’t melodramatic --we’re just human. We are in no shape to assume the form of a robot. Maybe that’s the key thing we are missing: humanity.

Maybe humanity wears black, or perhaps she wears scarlet, but regardless, we love pretending that our own human idiosyncracies don't hold a place of existence within our ways of life. It's easier to not come to terms with those things that are inconvenient because confronting messy emotions is uncomfortable and hardly easy. However, we can't ignore them and we should be anything but apologetic for being emotional.

I know that it's been said before, and I know that I've certainly commented on it, but it's okay to catch feelings. Romantically or otherwise, we should lack holding back on coming face to face with our own conflicts. Because what's the point of living if you don't give yourself a chance to really live?