I remember noticing how our congregation (and the bland spiritual food the WTS doled out to us) was always SO careful that any showing of emotion be so controlled as to be as emotionless as possible.
As a kid, my mind was known to drift into fantasy on occasion at the good ol' KH, and one my favorites had me grabbing a mic and belting out a gospel tune or a heartfelt rendition of Amazing Grace, moving the congregation to dancing in their seats or crying some tears. Then they would all thank me afterward for freeing them to feel and share real love, joy, sadness, anger, passion.
But instead, I became more repressed than any of them. I would have done a Vulcan mama proud. I still have trouble feeling what I feel. My emotions tend to be rather time-delayed, responsive after rather than during..............................................................................................
~Merry