I like to think that I’m not locked into the typical “macho” syndrome and that stereotypical ideas of what is manly or masculine are beneath me. Still there are a number of habits that are ingrained into my behavior and perception of how I behave. For example, only two movies have made me cry (anyone who tells you that Piglet’s Big Movie is one of them is a filthy liar).

Which is why I was surprised when I had a “sadness attack” on Friday.

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