i'm not sure when the transition happened. it must be hormonal. there is no explanation for it. i'm a crier. and what's more..i kinda like it.
when i was kid, i wasn't a crier. maybe because my best friend erin was a big ol' crier for both of us. remember her from my previous posts? erin and i got our way because all i had to do was nudge her and say, "psst. erin. cry. ahora*." and erin would cry on cue. this frequently resulted in our moms handing over mint chocolate ice cream.
or how about: "erin. cry".
BAM. sleepover thursdays were reinstated.
sometimes it was more like: "one more time, erin. cry."
new jelly shoes to match our jelly bracelets that we got bc erin cried would magically appeared at our feet.
crying was great.
anyway, i was a stomper. a yeller. a runner. hardly ever a crier. when i was frustrated, i stamped and yelled and ran away. but around year 30, i noticed that things just made me cry.
things like:
(happy things)
* when my co worker told me that her niece may be able to play viola once again after a dog attacked her arm.
* when they "MOVE THAT BUS!" in extreme home makeover
"CHRISTINA AGUILERA: BEHIND THE MUSIC", on VH1
* a picture of suri cruise delighting in the park in US Weekly
(sad things)
* when fabio the italian got kicked off of top chef season 5
* the "hero" music video by enrique iglesias
* lost kids looking for their moms in malls
* lost moms looking for their kids (arguably sadder)
(just things)
* the cotton commercials ("the fabric of our liiiives")
* the mcdonalds commercial where the kid is dropped off at college and he's emotional but prefers to appear stoic.
* when i see a baby picture. of myself.
* dead plants i've killed with my own two hands.
all of the above have brought tears to my eyes within the last 30 days. so if you see me blinking rapidly and swallowing hard, you can be sure something happy, sad, or just plain thingy, made me cry. and it feels great!
*ahora: means NOW! in spanish. i used it liberally and with emphasis with an astonishingly impressive spanish accent for a 9 year old.
Friday, November 27, 2009
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