Thoughts on Camus' The Stranger

Recently read the book and was left confused, uncomfortable and with lots of questions.

I could relate to the main character in most of the scenarios- particularly his aloof nature, his lack of emotions, and his nonchalance in general.

His detached way of living seemed perfectly logical but it seemed very lifeless. This was not just because of his lack of emotions but also with having a very individualistic philosophy. This lead him to commit a murder, and ultimately, being imprisoned, which he didn't enjoy much. So much for a carefree attitude. What do you do then?

Are emotions an effort/burden for mostly everyone? Not all the time but most of the time. They don't make sense most of the time but you are doomed to be considered as inhuman if you do not consider them.

As Camus himself says about the stranger,

'Every man who doesn't cry at his mother's funeral runs a risk of being sentenced to death'

How did the book made you feel?