I'm human. I breathe oxygen and exhale carbon dioxide. I'm an old soul, whose lots of fun. They're right...
I cry when I'm hurt or angry. I swear when I drop things and they break. My fits of rage are limited to kicking the cat across the street. Cats always come back.
And that one time I pushed my son to the ground repeatedly. He punched back, it was a sordid affair... too much blood for my liking - the tedious explanations - the shit that accidentally soiled his underwear. These things happen.
I got him new underwear.