We can theorize about anything endlessly, verbalizing feelings, passions, pulsions and desires. We generalize in order to communicate with each other and sometimes even our vocabulary, for more extensive it may be, is not enough to describe everything we wish to express.
I pride myself on having a good command of the word (though my English is far from being perfect), however, often prefer to leave arguments aside and devote myself to just feel.
Emotions are an important part of my life. I refuse to live a mediocre and gray existence without frights that activate synapses between my wonderful neurotransmitters (that’s why they are there, right?).
I am not of those women who stay in the cave while the male hunts. I am one of those why that male (and some other female) sighs and tries to please, of those who allow the male works for my pleasure and convenience, of those who do not hesitate to go ahead through thick and thin after any missteps, of those who enjoy their lives with relish and delight.
Selfish? Of course, I am. I own the selfishness of knowing that what’s mine is all mine to do whatever I want. Of course, if it were not so, I have no qualms about set aside what is useless and continue my way with my best smile and the useful things at my feet.
Arrogant? Maybe, but I would change that adjective by assertive.
I’m at that point in my life where I do not even blink to make a drastic decision. I know what I want and how I want it. I do not like empty syrupy words nor sugary hollow people. Wait … I think I’ve always been that way 
Yes, I am also sensible and even empathetic, but that does not mean stupid.
In short, I love to feel. If you’re going to interrupt me, do it for something that may interest me.