As I’ve gotten older, not that I am "old" persay, but as time goes on, I’ve noticed that I’ve become a blubbering crying emotional MESS in the most illogical of situations. I well up over commercials, reality television, sad things, happy things, stupid things, EVERYthing. However, when there is actually something sad, or conversely overwhelmingly glad, going on in my own life, I hold back the tears like they are in a vault, I will gulp so hard and clench my teeth so forcefully so as not to let the tear glaze pooled up in my eyes actually spilleth over. It’s because I know if those flood gates are released, there ain’t no holding back.
But give me a feel good rags to riches story on America’s Got Talent and I’m destroyed. Seriously.
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