Hm-m-m-m... well... I don't know... I guess I have emotions. In fact I guess I have a lot of emotions! But they're all so tightly bottled up that I rarely express any of them, except when my anger come exploding out all of a sudden! I don't have any friends.

I don't go to funerals. I think they're pointless. There won't be one for me when I kick off. I grew up in an elderly extended family. And I spent my whole youth going to one funeral after another as each of them died off one after the other. I don't ever recall feeling any emotion over any of it. It was just something that interrupted whatever I had going on in my young life.

In some cases, I suppose, not having emotions is sort-of a defense mechanism. They're in there. They're just kept locked up. In other cases, perhaps, it's a matter of the way in which the brain is wired. I suppose it is something one might explore in therapy.