Should I really be expected to understand the emotion?  Am I going to be judged on this?  When I get to the pearly gates will I be cast down to the depths of hell because I just can't sympathize with the constant emotional outbusts of my 6 year old daughter.  Are people supposed to cry when they can't pass a level on Super Mario Brothers?  Is it normal to cry for 5 minutes in the car because you really have to go to the bathroom and can't hold it, and then get home and decide you don't really have to go anymore?  Should tears be shed because the piece of paper you were just working with fell on the floor?  My wife of course is much better at this and much more sympathetic, but I just can't do it.  I try, I honestly do, but I don't think I'll ever understand it.  My 3 year old son on the other hand.  Kicks, scream, bites, hits, yells.  I have no problem with these things. 

Well, I just found out that I have to get Knee surgery on my right knee.  I have a torn miniscus or torn cartlilage.  Didn't do anything to it.  No injury.  It's not like I ever do anything that would put any strain on it, other than chasing one of the kids up the stairs for beating time.  I must deduce then that it was caused simply by the fact that I will be 30 years old in a week and my body is falling apart.  I'm deteriorating.  I'm delapidated.  I'm a fat, old, lazy man with a wife and three kids.  What happened to my 20's?  Why am I too lazy to exersize?  Why do Kit Kat Bites taste so good?  It's all a conspiracy.