You know what’s weird? I’ve been crying a lot lately. Or, actually, almost crying.
Now, I have cried before. I do cry. I am human. But I’m not someone who I’d say cries a lot. But every once in a while, whether it’s because of current circumstances or hormones or the phase of the moon, I seem to get weepy at the slightest thing.
I got kind of weepy at Avatar, when the main character gives the inspirational speech. I got kind of weepy at Valkyria Chronicles, when a character I had grown quite attached to died suddenly with no warning (and through no fault of my own). I got quite weepy throughout the second half of Big Fish when we watched it tonight, even though it’s a movie that I’ve seen at least a half dozen times before.
I think what I’ve started to do is to blame all of my emotions on the fact that our family is growing via stork delivery soon. Maybe the thought of having a baby makes me suddenly that much more sentimental about…everything. Maybe being a father makes blue alien underdog vengeance, Europan war death, and fictional father-son relationships based on tall tales all very serious business in my mind.
Either way, if you’ve ever wanted the chance to talk to me about feelings, now might or might not be the perfect time to do it, depending on how you react to men that burst into tears at the drop of a hat.
Although, sidenote, speaking of hats, I do need to acquire myself a top hat. For, you know, occasions that call for one.