Well, I suppose this is a "Just how detached is one soul meant to be?" type post.

Tonight, my sister and her boyfriend had an altercation. It started out over the fact that one of their dogs is sick, and my sister, Dana, was more or less overreacting about it. However, it quickly began to escalate, even with their friend Sabrina, and her son Reese there. It gets worse when Terry (the boyfriend) accuses Dana of breaking a cabinet door that apparently he spent 150 dollars to build himself.

Well, this goes on for about an hour, and I had been just standing there watching all of this taking place, not really feeling...well, anything. Except annoyance, because I was sick of standing there, and just wanted to know where the hell I was going to end up spending the night.

Well, at one point, I walked back into my little side room, and then a few moments later, Terry starts shrieking, and apparently threw a chair at my sister. Again, I showed no emotion, didn't even feel emotion aside from the annoyance. Well, skip ahead a few more minutes, and I go back in the house to get a drink of water and use the bathroom, since my sister was still there.

Well, everything seemed to be going okay, right up until my sister decided again to leave. She tried to find her shoes at the front door, didn't find them. She goes to the back door, near where I'm standing, and Terry suddenly comes out the room, and grabs her face, and pushes her down, and she hits her head on the very back door. I finally end up raising my voice, but only a tick, and basically telling him to back away. I stay between him and her and he talks shit to her. At one point, I move to get her shoes and jacket, and I say, quite calmly, "Don't touch my sister, or I will kick your ass." Terry gives me a "Fuck you." And I grab my sister's things.

But he blocks my way to her, so I got out the front door, to get in through the back door. He blocks me from getting in, and gently pushes on my shoulder blade, which enrages my sister, and she knocks something over. I manage to get in the house, and "As an example," to my sister, he attempts to push me back out the door. I stand my ground, and brace myself against the doorway. My sister flips out again.

Later on, I tell her it's better to leave, and Terry says, "Yeah, listen to your freckled sister." My sister makes a move to hit him, but I hold her back, telling her it's not a big deal. Which is true, I honestly didn't feel anything from his insult. I was quite amused actually. I was also amused when he was screaming at my sister about how much I was a failure, blah blah blah. I felt nothing from his insults.

Long story short, I am now sitting in my car outside, reflecting and pondering; were my feelings, my reactions, completely inhuman? Is there such a thing as being "too detached?" Or am I saying I'm detached, when I'm secretly heavily guarding emotions? I know that I felt nothing, and didn't even flinch when he tried to push me out the back door, but I cannot ignore the fact that my legs have been shaking for the past hour.

I'm just...puzzled, for the most part.