(Spoilered so that my reality does not inadvertently affect your own :X)
If you want to call it that. I am lucky enough to not be restricted by cumbersome emotions. No jealousy, no sadness, little lasting-attachment-to-people-who-aren't-in-my-family, other things I can't think of at the moment. Not because I feel it's badass to pretend I don't have emotions, but because I actually don't have them. For various reasons. I carved away envy, sloughed off sadness, and have yet to be stricken by the weeds of "love" (among other things). I call this state Half-Full. And why not Half-Empty? Because I feel children develop the more complex emotions as they age; as such, a normal adult can be considered "full," which makes me underdeveloped and therefore half-full. Which isn't to say I don't have any emotions; I do. Less breadth, but equal depth. And most of the pool is taken up by various forms of displeasure.
Do I have a problem with this? No. It does make it harder to sympathize with people (sympathy: useless. Discarded), and has perhaps resulted in me seeming aloof. But I'm cool with that. People don't necessarily want my advice, so I don't bother giving it to imaginary them. They say "boohoo, my girlfriend is my favorite person but unfaithful. What do I do?" In such a situations I suggest "Peace out, homegirl," then getting caught up on your reading. I feel that this is The Answer, but other don't agree with me and feel it not even an answer, much less The Answer. And what do I know? These emotions are alien to me, and I've come to accept that no one else wants the straightforward life I have carved for myself.