Everything is making me tear up these days, if not completely bawl my eyes out. Not in a sad way, just in the kind of way where it seems like you feel every emotion.
While trying to write an essay last week, I was in the middle of a procrastination binge and happened across a story of a Yale graduate, Marina Keegan. She wrote an essay about finishing college and about all the hopes and fears she had for the future. Just days after graduation, she was killed in a car accident. The line in the essay We’re so young. We’re so young. We’re twenty-two years old. We have so much time opened the floodgates and I was a mess for about half an hour or so. You can read her essay here if you want.
It was raining one day on the way to uni and the sight of a flock of sheep trying to shelter under the branches of a tree made me cry.
Song lyrics are making me cry all the damn time. I can’t even remember one in particular because it’s ALL OF THEM. I’ll be singing my heart out in the car and then all of a sudden, my throat will start tightening and I’ll keep singing even though I sound like I’m choking because listening to that is oddly satisfying.
So, given my current heightened emotional state, it was no surprise that I had to start blinking really quickly and using all my concentration to swallow when I opened a mysterious package that came in the post at the end of last week. I immediately recognised the handwriting as Sarah's (it’s really pretty handwriting) and thought ‘Oh, must be a book,’ because we did this book-swap thing a while back until Australia Post deemed it too expensive to keep up. The thought that we weren’t swapping books any longer didn’t even cross my mind. I sat down at my desk and ripped open the bag and out fell this:
Chocolate! To help me keep my sanity while getting this one remaining essay done! I sat down in my chair and had to do that thing where you squeeze your eyes shut and screw your nose up and purse your lips to stop the tears again.
People are awesome. Sarah, you are awesome. Thank you! I am going to DEVOUR it all.
I so know the feeling. I cried multiple times this past weekend. Nothing in particular is wrong, so I'm putting it down to general end-of-semester stress. 1.5 essays to go and I'm done for 7 whole weeks! Good luck with yours too xxx
ReplyDeleteOooh, I started to read the essay, but the suddenly stinging eyes made me stop. I've recently recovered from a bout of crying over every damn thing, so am wary of anything that could throw me. It won't take much - I've been known to cry over racoons as a species.
ReplyDeleteI didn't even know there was such a thing as sea-salt chocolate! So jealous!
I wasn't aiming to make you cry!! but i'm glad you liked the parcel :)
ReplyDeleteThat's lovely.
ReplyDeleteI am also a crier, and when I WAS 26, went through a long period of crying all the time - sad, happy, excited - crying.
At least this was good crying!
Oh that is lovely. I want to cry all the time at the moment but can't. I think it is because I am tired. I have to say you write about it with a lot of humour though and that makes me smile which is nice.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely surprise!
ReplyDeleteI hear you on the heightened emotion thing though. Sometimes I want to cry at commercials haha.
What a sweet package! And good timing too - it sounds like you needed it. Your crying stories remind me of when I was studying for the bar exam a couple years ago. I was so emotion everything made me cry. I even cried once when I dropped the soap in the shower. I felt pretty low and totally could've used a nice box of chocolates! :)
ReplyDeleteawww how lovely!!!! xox
ReplyDeleteHow damn sweet! And you aren't the only one who goes through emotional spells. It's been pretty rough around here lately. Everyone who is close to me is fighting really hard battles right now. And my hubby is away doing training stuff. E-motion-is-flowin.
ReplyDeleteAs much of a pain in the ass that it is (to tear up at everything), it's also sort of gratifying in a way. Like a reminder that you are alive and human.
Hm well your post damn near made me cry. That essay! Those poor sheep! Frickin' song lyrics! Gah! So really, don't worry, you're not the only one. There are days on end when every single thought and emotion hit me like a freight train and I spend most of my time fighting back tears.
ReplyDeleteI hope you got your essay done :)
PS. He wrote another letter, haha.