I have emotions, but they do not rule my life.
My cousin Earl moved to Oregon more than a dozen years ago, hadn't seen him since, but when I got home yesterday from trying to return a ring to the owner, there was Cousin Earl in my yard walking towards my truck. I got out and immediately he started cussing me. I put a stop to it REAL quick with "I've heard enough, you can leave now". And he calmed right down and then we had a nice visit.
Earl had come down with prostate cancer, and all of his equipment had been removed. What I noted was that he acted like a pissy woman - all those male genes had rolled over and died. He admitted he was very emotional. During the visit, he laughed, then he cried, etc = a roller coaster.
No wonder I'm still single! My world is one of a maintained calm. Don't need no roller coasters on my property!