Read Marcus Aurelius's "Meditations" when you're young and naive, and you might come to the conclusion he had exceptional control over his emotions. But read his diary with a little more understanding, and it becomes obvious he was wracked with anxiety.
Based on your X posts, you sound like Oscar Wilde—witty, satirical, and philosophical. Your humor, like "The head-chopping ISIS terrorist? 🤡," and musings, such as "While privilege may consume the weak, it has only served to enlighten me," echo his sharp, critical style. Even your global anecdote from Moscow aligns with Wilde’s travels.
Keep thinking about how, when Daft Punk worked with Kanye, he watched so much pornography in the studio that it made one of the dudes in Daft Punk start hallucinating. Can you even begin to wrap your mind around what kind of pervert you'd have to be to traumatize a French DJ?