Then I went to drama school.
Starting with the most basic acting exercises, my theory began to fall away -- and not in an elegant, graceful way -- in the way that an ancient wheel barrel might come apart if it was pushed down the side of a rocky cliff filled to the brim with farm fresh eggs. It was messy. And by the time I graduated, I was in pieces at the bottom of a mountain literally battered--like a chicken about to hit the fryer: egg on my face.
When I went to drama school, my goal was to learn how to hide. Bunko theory number 2: Actors hide their emotions under a character. This is when the wheels started to come off my wagon. In drama school I learned that actors (the interesting ones) feel their feelings - they make themselves vulnerable in order to reveal a universal truth of emotion, how we all feel inside. The idea that I would have to do this was positively terrifying. At the very least, I needed my own defense mechanisms to hide behind. The idea of stripping these away in order to play a character more open, softer, or weaker than me made me want to jump into a vat of hair spray and set fire to my skin. But alas, I had already transferred schools too many times, and needed to finish my education in this program. So on went the hair-spray, and off came my outer shell.
Gradually, all of my theories on emotion came undone. I felt things. I felt them in my classwork, which was interesting; but far more interesting were the feelings I experienced outside the classroom. I felt guilt like a punch in the stomach when I played a prank on a neighbor sending her into a panic attack. I felt anger like heat traveling from the depths of my gut to the tops of my ears when I found out I was cheated on. And I felt the arresting, exploding feelings of love through the center of my chest and down to my finger tips, like a concentrated attack of pins & needles - quite a few times actually. Ultimately, my training taught me to be more open, softer, and yet somehow stronger.
Now that I'm long outside of school, and frankly far from any actors, I find that many people are afraid of their emotions. They avoid it, or try to, at any cost. The thing is, feelings just are. They come and go like waves at the beach. If we hold on to the big ones, we'll drown. If we try to deny them, the pressure created by doing so will break the levies and damage all those things we've built on the shores of our lives. We have to allow time to take our feelings back out to sea in order to breathe again. Time is very good at this, but new waves continue to come--some gentle, some cold, some kind, some bold. If we surrender and allow the feelings to come and go, if we can find our footing and just stay still, they'll wash over us and retreat again, exactly as they're supposed to leaving only the salty residue of memories stuck our skins. Opening to feelings, allowing them, and then letting them go is the only way I know to survive life as an alive, awake individual.
The tides have risen and fallen a few times already in this summer of yes, and at each turn, someone inevitably says to me: "At least you can feel things."
I believe all people feel things, some just think they don't.