Dear my friends...

[roxy]

I'm getting old. Or getting weird, I'm not sure what it is. But lately, I've been having these...feelings. Like, last night, we went to see 42, a film about Jackie Robinson, and I could barely keep myself from crying, like, many times. And I knew if I let go, it wouldn't just be a few tears, it'd be horrible honking sobs. Plus some of you guys with your heartbreaking stories are making me snot and rain. Not only *that*, but I've been hanging out at spn_kinkmeme and...reading all the shmoopy prompts. Here's where it gets weird.

Weirder.

*Just* the shmoopy prompts.

IKNOWRIGHT???

I'm all, "hey cute little baby, aren't you so cute, cutest thing ever," in the streets or at work (i see lots of babies there) though I draw the line at touching one. I smile at everyone when I'm in public...granted, that's mostly to keep those droopy frown lines of age tight, not because I'm happy to see people...but still, counts as smiling. I'm turning into this horribly sentimental, crying, shmoopy...I was about to say non-porn reading granny but just the other day I read a story so hot, I was afraid I would burst into flames--then I realized I was having a hot flash and settled down some. But just a little, that story was hot. Wish I could remember what it was called. Or who wrote it. Or if it was J2 or wincest but hey, that's the way the old brain crumbles. In short, I'm getting old. And shorter, but that's a whine for another day.

So...How yoo do-in'?

Comments

[rednihilist.livejournal.com]

:) Better, now that I've had my roxy-rant (or, in this case, roxy-ramble).

I almost always read just the shmoopy posts on a kink meme--but, then again, that's just kinda me and my deal. So, maybe it's just those evil hormones finally gettin' ya. Or maybe it's time I officially welcomed you to the Criers Club. (<---Heh, cos you see what I did there?) You don't have to cry to be a member, just sniffle and blink and stare watery-like at any one thing for awhile as you feel *emotions*.

In short, I feel the urge to say, "Now you know how I feel!" Cos I cry and have feels for every damn thing out there, practically. So, buck up, champ. :)

*pat pat*

[gingersnap1224.livejournal.com]

I know. I'm getting so soft in my old age. The other day, My husband caught me watching "Too Cute" that show about puppies and kittens. WTF is happening to me?

[tabaqui]

*snickers madly*

This won't do, bb. Smiling at people in public? Cooing over babies? What? WHERE HAS MY MEAN AND GROUCHY MS THANG GONE?!!!!

Obviously, you need therapy. Like - come to my house, watch lots of Boys and talk about porn loudly in public therapy.

*twirls you*

[dimeliora.livejournal.com]

There's nothing wrong with liking schmoopy stuff. Schmoopy can be very good.

On the other hand if you ever cross the line and start touching those babies it may be time for concern. Especially if you season them. I've been warned that is illegal.

[bradygirl_12]

Ha, crying at the drop of a hat when you get older? Just normal times, sweetie! :)

[silsbee329.livejournal.com]

Oh, dear lord... I wonder if that's what's happening to me... cryiiiiiiing. All the damn time. Not that this is new, but I used to cry for reasons. I thought the gray hairs were bad enough. :(

*sisterhood hug*

[runedgirl.livejournal.com]

You only need to worry when you aren't finding something to love about both shmoop AND porn! :)

[rosy5000.livejournal.com]

Please don't say this is something I have to look forward to as I get older. I get way too emotional as is right now. I REALLY don't need to start crying over even more silly things than I do now. Seriously... I get teased for the movies I cry about! :( Not fair!!

I don't wanna get any older. *plants myself in 35 and refuses to move*

[peepingdru.livejournal.com]

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH how I loves ya wit....fudging awesome and I just loves it::DDDDDDDDDDDDD

[emeraldsedai.livejournal.com]

The other day at work I watched that Dove commercial about the police artist and the drawings of women? Right? And I'm all waaah sniff sniff and of course just at that moment a coworker--thank goodness a nice one--stops by my cubicle, which I normally have to myself in complete and glorious video-watching isolation and I'm all with the Kleenex and she's all OMG what happened and I'm all oh don't mind me I just watched a sentimental commercial on Youtube.

It's a strange country. I've been this way for years, otherwise I'd blame it on menopause.