I've often refered to myself as a semi-social hermit. I work, I eat, go out from time to time and when the moon is right I convince a woman to have sex with me. It's a life more ordinary with few things that upset me.

If something does upset me I'm probably passionate about it. My work and my family: mom, pop, Red, Robin and their families in that order. If something happens to them I feel it. It causes pain, sorrow, grief, regret, anger. Even moreso if I'm helpless and cant't aid them in any way. 

I try to keep a "stiff upper lip" and be strong for others but it's difficult. I don't even know if it helps to maintain or if anyone even cares. Somedays it's very hard to not just collapse and yell at the top of my lungs. 

Somedays I just don't get it...