I'm pretty sure it's because I refrained from showing emotion until my mid-20s. Apparently I thought crying wasn't cool. And being cool was my goal. Obviously.
|Not everyone can rock a 3X denim jacket and FAUX denim skirt. |
Or front teeth that a straw could comfortably fit through.
My mom probably prayed for years that I wasn't heartless and did, in fact, have feelings. Which, of course, I did, I was just bottling up in order to maintain my extreme level of coolness. Cool people didn't cry.
Well, I got to my mid-twenties and my tear ducts got tired of holding back the years of pent-up emotion. So I became a crier. About lots of random things.
Like....The Biggest Loser. If they've got a story about weight gain and heartache, I'm boo-hooing with them about emotionally eating. Ask Brian, this is a weekly occurrence.
Military families reuniting? Forget it. I'm a basket-case. Especially surprise reunions.
One Shining Moment after the NCAA bball final four? I'm a little weepy. Slam dunks are awesome.
The book Same Kind of Different as Me? I was sniffling, snotty-nose crying through most of it. Brian asked what the book was about and I couldn't tell him. Only because I was trying to not burst into tears again.
It's embarrassing, really. Brian sometimes looks at me in bewilderment wondering exactly WHY I'm crying.
So you can only imagine how I've been with this whole adoption business. Waterworks frequently. It doesn't take much and I'm a blubbering fool. But it's a good cry. Because I can't wait to meet our baby. And I am so excited for our friends who are waiting to meet their babies too. And I'm emotional because God is doing some amazing things in the hearts of those around us about adoption as well. I cry because I'm blessed.
So....I'm over being cool. The fact that at one point I was going back to school to be a Librarian ended that dream years ago anyway.