Pass the Kleenex Please
So I'm watching Ellen today. Did anybody see it? Well one of her guests was, Sarah Churman, who is a lady that has been deaf since birth and recently heard herself speak for the first time. If you haven't seen it check out YouTube if you're interested. But anywho, Ellen explains the girl's situation and how her mother-in-law uses $30,000 of her retirement money in order to help her afford getting just one of her ears done. So after the interview Ellen, of course, being how she is arranges it where the girl can get her second ear done free! And on top of that she gives the mother-in-law all her money back. Next thing I know my bottom lip is trembling and my eyes are beginning to weld up. Unbeknownst to me, I'm starting to cry. And this is all while I'm at work! So there I was trying to blink away the waterworks that's about to put on a show before anyone sees me. Trying to think of something else to prevent the tears from rolling down my face.
What in the world is this all about? Why is it that the older we get, we cry over nothing like babies? And when I say we I mean women. Do men go through this emotional rollercoaster too? It's ridiculous. Now I'm at the point where I have to keep a tissue or paper towel by the beside. Right now my preference is to keep a sheet of Bounty on the bedside table because after all it is the quicker picker upper. And if I'm caught off guard without a tissue by a commericial or something, I'm forced to use a nearby sheet or scarf. What kind of silliness is this? I remember the time of watching a tear jerking scene in a movie and barely batting an eye. Now before I even start a movie and if I think it might have a hint of a sappy part in it I run for the bounty before hitting play. I can't stand it.