Some people can pass sensitivity training. Some of us are bygones. I cried when my dad died, for 3 days, then I planted my garden for him. I saved it for years, as he suffered through dementia became like an infant again, and at the end I had to feed him, watch him drool on himself, struggling to maintain any dignity, wipe his ass ,pick up a grown man off the floor having repeated strokes. Suffering changes you.
I grew up in an era when feelings didn't matter. There was no mental health. The weakest got beat. So you got tough. Hockey was all about blood. Fighting was a big part of hockey. NHL 93, make em bleed. We played hard, we met up for fights after school. If it wasn't for alcohol I didn't stand a chance with any girl in high school. Luckily there was alcohol, until it almost ended my life.
I lost women I cared about to suicide, drug overdoses. And not to be forgotten, bad decisions. It just hardens you. Life hardens you. It also teaches you. My grandpa was a WW2 vet, I only saw him cry once in his life, drinking with friends and family talking about the war. Those men saw things that were unconscionable. My grandpa was part of the Allied army that entered Auschwitz.
Women might like sensitive men, but you have to be careful who show your weakness to, because some will exploit them. In the end you just carry on, be yourself, because no one else can be you.
