Tearful

At my re-entry retreat, we used a handout about the stages of grief to discuss our re-entry process. One of the stages is emotions expressing themselves at odd times. That rang true. 2008 has turned me into a crybaby. Times that I have cried – or at least have my eyes well—so far this week include:

- Reading a newspaper article's except of Obama’s recent speech at the Ebenezer Baptist Church.
- Reading further in the article – speculation about a possible assassination of Obama.
- Moments later, after telling my mom about the speculation in the article. (Her crying set me off again.)
- Watching the youtube video of the aforementioned speech.
- Talking to a group of strangers over brunch after church about when Multnomah County legalized same-sex marriage (At least they were Unitarian strangers).
- Watching Ron tell Christina how much he loved her in ‘The Amazing Race’ finale (but before he said 'Now when I say I love you, I actually mean it').

It’s embarrassing. That’s six cries—or near cries—in three days.

It’s embarrassing, but not quite as embarrassing as what set my mother crying – a comment on the aforementioned youtube videos.

Apparently I cry at reality shows now, but I draw the line at youtube comments.