Post by rapidfire187 on Dec 1, 2009 20:15:21 GMT -5
Not in the creepy pervert way, I mean emotionally. Let me explain.
The only time I've ever cried during a movie was a long time ago when I watched Bicentennial Man. I know, I know. Cut me some slack, I was 15 and had just gotten dumped by my girlfriend the same day. I'm sure that had more to do with it than the movie did.
Now I'm getting close to 23. I haven't cried in years. Had plenty of things to cry over, but it just doesn't happen anymore. I've been through bad arguments, bad relationships, my favorite uncle's funeral, poverty etc. While it was all devestating stuff, I'm 99% certain that no tears were shed. As a matter of fact, I don't think I even really showed any sadness to anybody.
But lately, things are getting weird. I finally got in school, found a job, and moved back in with my parents (even convinced them to let the gf stay too). Money's not as tight anymore, and things seem to be moving in a better direction. However, the last few days I've been very close to tears at random parts of the day. None of it is caused by anything in my life, in fact, it's usually from something I see on TV.
For instance, I almost broke down watching an episode of Intervention the other night. The one with the chick that's addicted to inhaling the stuff from computer dusters. Seeing how normal she looked when she would go and buy the stuff, and then seeing how completely out of control she was by the time she got home really hit me. No idea why. I don't know anyone with any bad addictions like that. I was literally fighting back tears.
Yesterday, I started watching Season 2 of Nip/Tuck on DVD. Never got into the show and finally decided to give it a watch. There's been a couple of episodes that have given me this same reaction. I don't know why...I can't relate to anything on the show.
Today, I tried to spend $3 on a small pack of ham at a gas station so that I could feed it to a starving stray cat outside. The woman at the counter begged me not to feed it and said she was going to call animal control. This is just stuff that I don't normally do. Besides that, it damn near ruined my day.
I'm just wondering...wtf is going on? Do I have some sort of deep-seeded psychological depression, or am I just being a vagina? Seriously guys, I'm at a loss here.
The only time I've ever cried during a movie was a long time ago when I watched Bicentennial Man. I know, I know. Cut me some slack, I was 15 and had just gotten dumped by my girlfriend the same day. I'm sure that had more to do with it than the movie did.
Now I'm getting close to 23. I haven't cried in years. Had plenty of things to cry over, but it just doesn't happen anymore. I've been through bad arguments, bad relationships, my favorite uncle's funeral, poverty etc. While it was all devestating stuff, I'm 99% certain that no tears were shed. As a matter of fact, I don't think I even really showed any sadness to anybody.
But lately, things are getting weird. I finally got in school, found a job, and moved back in with my parents (even convinced them to let the gf stay too). Money's not as tight anymore, and things seem to be moving in a better direction. However, the last few days I've been very close to tears at random parts of the day. None of it is caused by anything in my life, in fact, it's usually from something I see on TV.
For instance, I almost broke down watching an episode of Intervention the other night. The one with the chick that's addicted to inhaling the stuff from computer dusters. Seeing how normal she looked when she would go and buy the stuff, and then seeing how completely out of control she was by the time she got home really hit me. No idea why. I don't know anyone with any bad addictions like that. I was literally fighting back tears.
Yesterday, I started watching Season 2 of Nip/Tuck on DVD. Never got into the show and finally decided to give it a watch. There's been a couple of episodes that have given me this same reaction. I don't know why...I can't relate to anything on the show.
Today, I tried to spend $3 on a small pack of ham at a gas station so that I could feed it to a starving stray cat outside. The woman at the counter begged me not to feed it and said she was going to call animal control. This is just stuff that I don't normally do. Besides that, it damn near ruined my day.
I'm just wondering...wtf is going on? Do I have some sort of deep-seeded psychological depression, or am I just being a vagina? Seriously guys, I'm at a loss here.
