Where do feelings come from?
The feeling stork.
Geeze.

I went to Ikea with my dad today. He was stressed out. I was excited to buy picture frames and whatever else would end up in my giant yellow bag. By the end of the trip I was stressed out for no reason. Except not really for no reason. It was mostly because my dad was stressed out. I wonder how many of my emotions come from me and how many come from the people around me. I feel freaked out. And okay. I feel okay because other people feel okay. The freaked out must be mine.