Hello from me to you, fellow human, where ever you’re reading this from. My name is Sakhile, and I find myself getting caught in my feelings a lot. To be honest I don’t quite understand that phrase, caught in one’s feelings. I feel as though it’s used predominantly by emotional abusers, people with trigger-happy defence mechanisms, and Baby Boomers doing the absolute most at attempting to relate to the younger generation.

P.S. Stop that.

As a black, Motswana and South African male, I was brought up to understand that your underbelly is to never be exposed; the only people to know the questions you frustratingly seek the answers to is your closest parent, or your lover, or probably your best mate, if you can accept the feelings mentioned in your drunken monologues as fact, Tshepo. Before you work yourself into a fit, that is my impression of the Southern African male archetype.

So, feelings. I want to explore the array of feelings; writing about responses to them, what they look and feel like. These musings will be from my perspective, a little research, and hopefully other fellow humans in my network.

I want to keep Friday Feels up for as long as I can.

First to the plate, coming up next week is that contagious, little bugger: Happiness.