I do not mind it much really. Or maybe perhaps only once, when I think it has caused me something that could have been great. Nevertheless, that is something I do not pour on much because my brain tells me there is nothing I can do about it, so better leave it.
I do not call this anesthesia intoxication or uptight madness, like I know others would, but to me this is Stoic calm, if there is such a thing.
But if you ask me to pick one between thinking and feeling, I would choose feeling. It sounds easier, plus you never hear anyone say I think happy – they always say, I feel happy.
Then again, I know that I will only choose feeling because I know I am a thinker and technically not really a feeler. Not that I am cold or anything – just that I try to think over what I allow myself to feel – that is the exact point.
And it frees me of many things, though it is far from denial.
It is choosing your battles, I think.