True story. I once was fired from a job because, as the firing manager told me (and I quote), I am "too cerebral." No kidding. I was not crushed by her words at all. On the contrary, I took it as a compliment whether she meant it that way or not. Plus, I hated that job anyway. It obviously didn't fit me, because you know, I am indeed quite cerebral in my approach to all things.
This trait of "being cerebral" may be my ethnic Old European British-German heritage shining out from me. Humans of my heritage do tend to be reserved emotionally; to think first, to feel second. Does this mean that we are heartless? Of course not. Our emotions are very powerful, watch out when they are expressed! As the cliché goes, we are accommodating until we are not. Our hearts are not bleeding, not worn on our sleeves, nor a public domain space. We don't melt when presented with emotionally driven propaganda. We're not compelled to vomit out love to everyone and anyone, though many would love to see us eviscerate ourselves on their behalf. We're not moved by media hysterics. We're moved by well thought out, fact-based reason. We are mindful of proper and improper motivations and goals, whether our own or those of others.
I thank the Cosmos that I am, by the standards of some, too cerebral. I love being me. I celebrate cerebral me.