Music gets my emotional juices flowing, especially songs with a decent beat and the lyrics that follow the music. I'm fond of all music, but lately I've taken a liking to Three Days Grace again. Previous fascinations where Saliva, Breaking Benjamin and Evanescence. I still get slightly cracked open when listening to My Heart Is Broken by them, anyway.
That, and the whole grand aura surrounding the types of people who push people away for their safety. It pretty much doesn't exist in reality beyond perhaps a junkie telling his kids/potential love to keep away now he's taken a drug that makes him do things he doesn't expect, but whatever.
Consider stuff like the Hulk but without the "super powers" of immortality and super strength. Just thinking things like, say someone gets hurt and could potentially turn into a demon or other weird creature, something he can't control. Someone, typically his girlfriend, would be nearby and he'd be telling them to leave him and run etc, which they don't do of course. He then possibly kills them, wakes up somewhere else, finds blood on his hands, is immediately distraught. Uh anyway, it should crumble the emotional walls to anyone watching so should be a pretty obvious example, but yeah.
Key point; loss, through ones own hands.
Also when I'm in the process of being pissed off at someone without them really knowing why, I.E my Dad for constantly asking me to do stuff he should really do himself, since he's lazy. Recently I was very close to snapping at him but then his expression of helplessness and need when I was bringing him a humble glass of water put me about severely. It always happens, and it's why I can't ever be angry at people for long. Similar case in school when someone was throwing stones at me when I was walking home, I turned round, smacked him in the face with my keys, and when he fell I fell on him, holding him by the collar. I was prepared to smash his head into paste but once I saw his frightened face and hands in front of it defensively, I just immediately shattered inside. Of course I left him there on the ground and walked back home without shedding a single tear, but my insides were tattered, and that's all that matters.
Right..?