Cry Baby
I could only make it to 4am, when Mr O had 210 electoral college votes. He’d just bagged Ohio and Florida looked like it was going to turn blue after going a bit purple mauve for a second or two.
When I got up three and a half hours later, it was all OK until I watched his speech and I was in floods of tears like a big Jessie.
I mentioned this fact on an online social network medium for idiots and got a response from my sister, “Is it the same as the time you cried when Will Young won Pop Idol?”
Ha ha… I need to choose my crying episodes more carefully.
I do cry. I cry often and copiously. This time I think it was legit- this is huge, and he is wonderful and we’re all relieved democracy isn’t still broken.
However, often the crying is random and silly. I cry at the look a dog in the street gives me, I cry at the lyrics of “Wichita Lineman” by Glen Campbell everytime I hear it, I cry at the mere memory of Nate’s death in the Tv show “Six Feet Under” even though he’s not a real person and the show ended nearly three years ago, the shirt over shirt scene in Brokeback Mountain makes my nose sting even just typing it out .
So, to the confessional box with you- last time you cried, OR song that makes you cry OR most ridiculous thing you cried at.
