Here is the thing.
For a long time, I have nonchalantly defended my emotional actions or reactions in this way:
"I know I know, but I'm a crazy person, so..."
It occurs to me that it's time to make an effort to stop. Because-- and this sounds cliche to me, but I'm going to indulge this thought for a second here, and it bears repeating since I certainly don't seem to have taken it to heart-- feeling something does not make you unstable, it makes you human. In fact, I think ignoring your emotions actually makes you crazy. If you believe that your emotions are tied to your instincts, and that your instincts are usually right, it might even make you stupid.
Also, "crazy" used this way is a cruel word, and one of these days I'm going to quit being so mean to myself. There are enough people out there ready to oblige, if I'm looking for some sly cruelty. Which I am not.
The fact is, expressing emotion can be beautiful. It can be a very brave thing.
Resulting in this theory: maybe, in our heart of hearts, we actually crave it. Otherwise why on earth do we go the movies? What even is "Netflix and chill" if not an excuse to wear sweatpants, eat in bed, and watch other people feel the things that we're afraid to feel ourselves?
All of that is to say that the following video is sticking with me, as is the fact that it was never aired because producers found it "too dark" leading me to question: when did it become taboo to care?