For whatever reason, I've been feeling a little emotional lately. I've always been somewhat of a crier but lately I've been crying all the time. Not like sad-my-life-sucks tears, but tears for every occasion. I've become an equal opportunity crier apparently.
As I previously posted, I went to Wicked last week. I cried at the end. Granted, it's a little sad that Glinda thinks Elphaba is dead, but not really worth crying over.
And even though I haven't talked about it on the blog yet, I started Insanity earlier this week. Well, during a workout last night, I got frustrated and cried that I couldn't do moving pushups. What?? Who cries about a workout unless you are truly pathetic and have no bigger problems?? Apparently I do. I have never cried during or over a workout before. Sure, you see them do it on the Biggest Loser but most of that is fake and what little of it is real is not related to the workout, it's related to some other issue that led them to be obese.
I even got emotional writing a nice comment on my dear friend Kacy's blog. What is THAT all about? I express my lesbian love for my friends on the regular, so this is not out of the ordinary.
Before some of you say, it's hormones, it just may be because I recently went off birth control after being on it for a good ten years. Although I consulted my calendar and PMS shouldn't be the culprit.
If THIS is what I can expect to be like all the time though, I may have to bring the birth control back. Artificial hormones that may cause cancer be damned! I would like to cross the street without letting out a little sob about the sadness of potholes.
Speaking of crying, I was randomly switching through the channels the other night when I came across the SATC episode about women crying at work. Charlotte laments how she cried at work once ten years ago and everyone had been tiptoeing around her ever since. I fear this sort of situation may be in future if things continue how they are.
God help the friends I have that have weddings, birth of children, milestone birthdays, or a long anticipated wart removal coming up because I will be a hot mess.