Is this what stoic emotional detachment looks like?
One day, I was walking back to the hotel in Manchester, very sleepy and drowsy,, my eyes struggling to stay open. I desperately needed the bed, but I was 1 km away. I wanted a taxi, but this was up to my parents. They would rather walk for free than pay for a taxi. I had no choice but to endure the walk, so I was like, "There's no point worrying about how far away the hotel is. I'll just keep on walking even if I'm tired. I don't care if I'm tired. It doesn't matter if I'm tired. It's up to me to choose how to react to the tiredness. It doesn't matter if I can't get a taxi. If walking is the only option, then I will just keep going." I remember feeling detached from the tiredness. I didn't stop feeling tired, I just stopped letting it control me.