Reach out and punch someone.
Like my dad, I'm an easy touch for sappy stuff. He always says that those "reach out and touch someone" telephone commercials are the worst. He cries at the theatre and at TV sometimes. He cries when I sing. It's funny, that big guy bawling over silly stuff like that.
I cry at sad pet stories. And happy ones. And songs about kids, like "Paper Angels". A lot of these show up this time of year. Today I have cried at a Toys for Tots commercial, a 7th Heaven Christmas episode, burn victims on Maury, country songs about Jesus, and the helplessness I feel over my kitties. Yesterday I cried over the mail, the utter lack of sound when I tried to sing, and not being able to get out of bed. On Saturday, I started crying center stage during a benefit auction for people living with AIDS. We ended up raising $7000 for the opportunity to conduct the choruses during "Deck the Hall". I was in tears by the time we hit 5000.
Gawd, and the hormones and general run-downness make it so much closer to the surface.
I cry at sad pet stories. And happy ones. And songs about kids, like "Paper Angels". A lot of these show up this time of year. Today I have cried at a Toys for Tots commercial, a 7th Heaven Christmas episode, burn victims on Maury, country songs about Jesus, and the helplessness I feel over my kitties. Yesterday I cried over the mail, the utter lack of sound when I tried to sing, and not being able to get out of bed. On Saturday, I started crying center stage during a benefit auction for people living with AIDS. We ended up raising $7000 for the opportunity to conduct the choruses during "Deck the Hall". I was in tears by the time we hit 5000.
Gawd, and the hormones and general run-downness make it so much closer to the surface.