He-Motional.
What's up, people? How's everything going? OK, enough of the small talk; more about me. I'm sore, tired and a little hungry. I just spent the afternoon being poked, prodded and seemingly molested by my friendly physician. I know that sounds grand and all - but it really wasn't. Why is it that whenever you go to the doctor, you have to fill out 50 million different forms about your illnesses? It's kind of invasive, don't you think? Why must they know all that?
Are you depressed? No, but if you diagnose me with something I can't pronounce, I might be.
Do you have suicidal thoughts? See above answer.
Do you have crying sessions? Men don't cry - we aren't allowed to.
I'm not much of a crier myself - never have been. However, when the nurse from hell tried to skewer me with demon needles to bleed me to death, I'll admit, some saline did inadvertently roll down my face (but I ain't no punk or nothin' - that's against the Man Laws).
The Man Laws - the secret set of rules and regulations that men are governed by. You have heard by its other name - THE CODE. It is distinctly against THE CODE for men to showcase any type of emotion - or they will be deemed soft or some other random reference to being less than masculine. It's not really fair but that's the way society has made things.
Laughter/Excitement.This is exhibited in our love of sports, cartoons, video games, action movies and random viewings of violence.
Lust/Hunger. It is our duty to enjoy the booty - as well as a good hearty sandwich. No spooning or eating things like Tostitos with a hint of lime.
Anger. Sadness takes a back seat to our good friend, Rage. Why talk things out when you can beat the hell out of someone?
That's my time.
- Mr. Smart Guy