I GET WEEPY
I'll admit it, I'm an emotional person. I get teary-eyed at a wide range of things. Take Italian tenors, for instance. (Any man who sings in a foreign language qualifies.) The singer may be singing that he lost his job and his insurance, he's squandered his retirement savings, and the house will be repossessed, but in Italian it is heavenly music! (I should learn Italian?)
The weekly up-for-adoption article in the newspaper from the local animal shelter affects me greatly. The adorable shelter animals shown on television make me want to expand my furry family. Oh, somebody please adopt that adorable cat or dog because I know what happens when no one wants them.
I hate it when I watch a movie on television or a DVD that has a recently deceased person in it. Such things remind me of my own mortality and I don't want to think of my own demise being so lightly taken. Then again, perhaps fame that lives on might be a plus! (How do I collect residuals in the afterlife?) I watched a PBS special on the life of Charles Schultz, creator of the "Peanuts" comic strip. Never before had I realized how the comic strip paralleled his emotional life in the antics of his characters. Of course, I tear up when Charlie Brown wins accolades from his companions after they have decorated his dismal Christmas tree.
Babies tossed in dumpsters upset me tremendously. That unwanted child could have contributed something wonderful to our world. Those left at fire stations at least have a chance at a good life. Children on swings, puppies playing tag, kittens chasing a catnip toy, unexpected gifts, rainbows, plants showing green sprouts in the spring, the first snow, my mother's homemade beef and noodles (such a fond memory) – these are a few of my favorite things! Come hold my hand while I sorrow about things that should not be and rejoice about the good things in life.
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