Tuesday, May 17, 2011

a sad state of affairs

I don't know when it happened, but somewhere along the way I became a slobbering, mushy, sentimental mess. And nothing seems to bring it out in me so consistently as Glee.



A stupid Fox series about a high school glee club leads me to reach for the tissues and wish I wore water-proof mascara.

Whether it's Kurt and his dad so honestly and tenderly navigating the terrain of teenage homosexuality and bullying or evil Sue Sylvester mourning the loss of her pure-hearted sister - I just can't hold back the tears.

If it's Tuesday and I happen to catch an episode, I'll also be sniffling and wiping away tears. The first time it happened I thought it was a fluke. I must have been premenstrual or oddly weakened by stress/illness/work/lack of sleep/lack of exercise/lack of wine/too much wine (you get the idea).

But no -

It happened again.

And again.

And (shamefully) again.

I don't want to think too hard about what this pattern says about me. I like to think that it means I'm a gentle and delicate flower who is so empathetic and compassionate that even a fictionalized portrayal of human suffering or triumph or struggle or self-realization touches my tender heart and leads to the subsequent saline and snot snivelling that shortly ensues.

But I don't know anyone who will buy that delicate flower shtick.

Maybe it's early-onset menopause. Maybe I'm bi-polar in the face of musical dramedy. Maybe it's just one of life's mysteries. Whatever it is, I don't think it's going away...for now I guess all I can do is try to avoid TV on Tuesday nites or stock up on the tissues.


CJMarselis said...

Becky - you are in good company. I cry at the Beekman Boys! We are kindred Capricorns.

Mom said...

I say keep watching the musical. A good cry now and then is good medicine. After all you still have part of me inside of you. I'm also a blubbering idiot.