That’s another one I don’t get at all. I’ve never been possessive about my boyfriends or who they sleep with. This is not some sort of virtuous thing; I’ve just never had an urge for it at all. I don’t “trust” my boyfriend not to sleep with anyone else; I don’t care whether he does or not.
Conversely, I have never known and probably never will know the carefree-ness (?) that comes from not being embarrassed by your body. Or rather, a comfort in one’s own skin. Even sitting at home with my family in pajamas I’m thinking “how gross do I look right now?”
I can kind-of explain this one, as it used to (and sometimes still is) an issue for me. A lot of envy stems from misdirected anger. We see something we like in the hands (so-to-speak) of others, and we get mad that we don’t have that thing / person / situation. Some of us don’t have the emotional wherewithal to vent that anger in a normal way, so we turn it into envy or jealousy. The anger becomes directed, instead of at the situation, towards an embodiment of the situation; the object of the envy or jealousy.
(Hey, it’s something I’m working on.)
For me, sadly, it’s happiness. Now, I’m not saying I’m never happy. I suspect I am as much as the next guy… But I do have this problem. I can’t remember being happy. For whatever reason, if you asked me “What was the happiest time in your life?” or “When were you last happy?” I couldn’t tell you. The memories of it just vanish. Again, it’s something I’m working on, but it’s both worrisome and troubling.
I’m not a worrier. Stress doesn’t seem to impact me at elast in the same way it impacts others.
I also don’t pick up on signals. For example, my girlfriend got some communications from another office and she was offended by it. She asked a few others and they were offended as well (to varying degrees). I looked at the message and saw how it could be snarky, but I wasn’t offended. If anything, my email or message back would have probably been construed as offensive, so yeah. Also, with signals, I don’t pick up on them at all from the opposite sex (which REALLY blows), but that’s not an emotion.
See…life is easier when you get rid of those…ah…what do you call them again?
Right…emotions.
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I don’t feel that one either. I look at babies, and I feel…nothing. I’ll help keep an eye on them, and I can enjoy the presence of older children for a short time, but I don’t feel anything when I look at babies. When people ask me, “Do you want to hold him/her?” all I can think is, “Why?”
I don’t get celeb worship and obsessive fanboying/girling. I do like certain celebs and enjoy their performances but I never get the ‘AHHZOMGSOCUTESQUEE’ behaviour displayed by people sometimes.
I also don’t get how some people can be angry half their waking lives, and at the slightest agitation. Unfortunately one of my friends is like that, and our friendship has been rather trying at times.
Maybe it’s a gay thing 
That isn’t a distinct emotion, though. Sports fandom isn’t its own emotion, it’s a pastime that evokes common emotions like euphoria, anger, worry, etc. I think the OP is going for EMOTIONS, not “is there any particular thing about which you don’t have any particular emotions,” a question which would have an infinite number of possible responses.
The desire for revenge. When I hear about the parent of some murdered child forgiving the killer, and there’s all sorts of astonishment and disbelief, or I read about the horrible punishments that are wished on people who commit really minor offences (taking your parking spot, being too slow in the checkout line, etc.), I really can’t understand that feeling. Sure, I get angry when someone hurts or annoys me, but beyond the accepted legal punishments, I can’t see wanting to make someone burn in hell or suffer assorted creative tortures. I usually hope for the offender to see the error of his ways and become a better person. I just don’t get how having something bad happen to someone who has already done something wrong serves any real purpose. I see it more as “two wrongs don’t make a right” than “an eye for an eye.”
Lust for power. I don’t see the appeal. In fiction, as well as in real life, “will to rule” is pretty much the default motivation, but I can’t see it. What’s so hot about ruling? And yet, this is so pervasive that there isn’t a message board in existence that hasn’t seen its moderators accused of “abuse of power”. Abuse of the power of being a message board moderator. My eyes are rolling. Still, the accusers must know that they would abuse the hell out of that power if they ever got there, so they assume that everyone else is the same. Well, not me. Don’t get it.
Resentment. Grudge-holding, might be a better term.
I don’t understand people who hold grudges. My mother and sister do this; they will bring up wrongs done to them years ago and they will still be hurt and angry about them.
If someone wounds me emotionally, I either forgive them or I decide that the offense is too grievous and cut them out of my life. I don’t bring up issues again and again and again in fights for years to come.
I don’t get some peoples’ overwhelming, unrelenting desire to have a(nother) child. I’m not talking about the need to nurture another person. I’m talking about needs that drive people to spend large amounts of money on fertility procedures/treatments or on adoption.
I understand that a person who desires children, but can’t have them, will feel that something is missing from his or her life. What I can’t understand is people who feel that their lives are irreparably incomplete if they can’t reproduce biologically. Neither do I entirely understand people who feel that they need to have a child, any child, and will expend enormous amounts of time and energy to adopt a child if they can’t reproduce biologically.
My biological clock was stopped close to 20 years ago, and I’ve never before or since felt the desire to create or rear a child. I do not dislike children - to the contrary, I enjoy watching kids having fun, and it pleases me to see parents having a good time with their kids. I’ve just never wanted any of my own.
Nor is it a question of not knowing what it is to have an all-important goal. There are plenty of things for which I’ve willingly worked work long and hard. Just not kids.
Same for me. There have been a few times when I wished I were in charge just because I could see a better or more efficient way to do something, but the desire for power simply as an end in itself leaves me nonplussed.
Nor do I understand the obsessive need some folks have to be continually in a state of righteous indignation, but I’m not sure that speaks to the OP.
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Well then, that’s just a difference of goals. The emotion is the same, I feel, having felt the same “need” or “ambition” for other goals as for my fertility.
I don’t get worry.
So much time and energy is wasted by folks worrying. I can’t be bothered with worrying and this sticks in the craw of most people I am aquainted with. If something bad may happen, I feel better learning about it and preparing for it. I believe that something will happen, or it won’t. I’m must not be put together correctly 'cause the “worry-microchip” was certainly left out of my brain.
This is the biggest difference between MrsChief and me. She is the designated worrier in our home and it drives her nuts. “Aren’t you worried?,” she’ll ask after telling me something She used to become furious when I’d say “no.” Luckily for us, she’s gotten used to this ideosyncrasy and accepted the fact that I am incapable of worry. She tells me it’s the worst possible feeling and she still sometimes gets angry that I can not worry on the level that she worries.
I don’t get hatred at all. Sure there are people I don’t like, but for those people I just don’t think about them. I don’t even hate my ex who screwed me out of money, a house, lied and all sorts of other stuff. I don’t see the point in wasting my time thinking about someone else like that.
Jealousy in a relationship. So many things wrong there… where to start?
Whatever the emotion is called that causes people to maintain that anyone who’s died, no matter how big a pile of filth they were in life, were “such a kind person, such a good boy” once they die. I’ve seen it in person and I see it in the news; a thieving or murdering or drug dealing p.o.s. will die in jail or fleeing the scene of the crime and relatives come on saying “He was such an angel.” Same with people that abandon their families, cause them to live in fear, whatever. Suddenly all that’s erased. Give me a frikkin’ break. People are what they are and should only be granted “sainthood” if they were kind, loving and charitable in life, not just because they’re dead. Maybe that’s something other than an “emotion” but I do get emotional when confronted with it. I honor forgiveness but certainly not dishonesty with the truth.
Competitiveness, envy and/or blind ambition in the workplace. I take great pride in the job I do but honestly couldn’t care less about chasing titles, comparing what I make against my peers, etc. By the same token, if I’m doing well then don’t hold it against me. Do your own job as well as you can and let me do mine. Needless to say, office politics drive me insane.
Arrogancy, negativity, self-pity… I have very little understanding or patience with any of these.
Maternal instinct.
I have zero. I don’t like babies or small children, and the idea of wanting one of my own is so foreign to me that I feel like a Martian when confronted with it. I won’t say I’m completely devoid of the nurturing instinct because I love my cats and love doing what it takes to keep them happy, well-fed, and healthy, but the thought of doing this for a human child is just…nonexistent in me.
Ditto lust. I love my spouse dearly and feel desire for him, but I’ve never been in the grip of out-and-out lust in my life. That’s why I have so much trouble understanding how some people can risk everything for it.
That’s not my point, I’m not talking about being somewhat uplifted at another’s good fortune; we all understand that.
I’m talking about the extremely excessive rabid paroxysms of sports mania. I have never understood the fact that, as it’s not your own achievement, why get so intensely swept up in it? I’m all for “yay team! sis boom bah!” but crazed sports fanatacism is a complete mystery to me.
This, exactly.