The more I listen, the more it's apparent that my emotions aren't kept in my head. They seem to be born, and live in my belly. The temperatures and movements within seem to inform my moods more than I want them to. My current humor always influenced by how my last meal treated me, and how long ago it was.
I have no doubt that much of what happens to me, happens to a lot of people. I can't always hear what their bellies are saying to them, so I'm left being confused by myself.