I can be sad about Robin Williams.
I can be sad and MAD about Michael Brown.
I can be concerned as hell about ISIS.
I can be wary of Ebola.
I can be annoyed by my HOA.
I can be nervous about Russia's aggression.
I can still be shocked about that damn missing plane.
I can be happy by BIG.THINGS.POPPING.
I can smile at a picture of my Godson.
I can laugh at something my husband said.
I can miss my mommy.
I can be grateful cancer didn't kill me.
All in the span of TEN.DAMN.MINUTES.
And wouldn't give two shits as to what you are SO.OVER.
How dare you attempt to dictate what the hell people can and cannot feel whenever the hell they want to feel it.
The only feelings yo stankin' azz gets to dictate are your own.