You're straight dude. I'm just jealous of you right now because you don't feel the same need as I do to take these recent emotional L's in stoic fashion.
Stoicism is a good short-term coping skill, and life's not an emotional competition anyway. It's just a dangerous long-term life position as you can far too easily let the "freeing yourself from your emotions" thing turn into "paralyzing your emotions / life" instead. Most folks aren't Epictetian superheroes; when I try to be I just end up displacing.
Its way easier for me to share my deepest shit with strangers on the internet than people I actually care about. The idea that they will think less of me frightens the living shit out of me. I'm not close to very many people, but with them I try and expose my flaws less than I would some buttfuck on the streets.
I have so many fucking issues 
Karakand, lets do this
I'm trying.
As I've said elsewhere, I maintain a pretty scrupulous public face and I came clean to my new "talk every day" friend (that person I kind of work with) that I used to be a careless hard partyer in my early 20s the other day, which they naturally couldn't believe as they've only known me the last few years in a professional capacity.
(As a tangent, I prefaced this confession by saying, "I know I'm a huge square now, but..." to which they continued the metaphor with, "Then it's time to find a new shape," and I replied with, "Yeah, I know. Thesis, antithesis, synthesis."
Talk to your kids like they're kids brehs.
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It's scary to take leaps and face rejection from that with which there is cathexis, but I've been rejected enough times for being a human Potemkin village now to know you've got to show who you are to somebody you're close to besides a mental health professional. Besides, the latter kind of rejection hurts way fucking worse than the former since you lived as a false projection with the aim to please and still ended up rejected (unpleasing) in the end.
Mid-morning real talk.
