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jetpack_monkeySomething happened in the last couple of years where I've started tearing up, sniffling, or downright crying at the drop of a hat while watching media. I've always had a soft gushy spot for family moments -- parents reuniting with children, emotionally-distant fathers finally admitting how much their offspring means to them -- but now it seems like a week doesn't go by where I don't at least feel that odd prickly sensation rise around my nose bridge.
Just this weekend, it happened a bunch of times times. I was watching Batman Begins, specifically the scene where Bruce's parents are shot and I just started getting blubbery... then they cut to Jim Gordon talking to Bruce and he reaches out and touches the kid and I just *lost* it.
I had a misty moment in an episode of Fringe where Walter expresses his love for Peter (when Peter's not even in the room).
Then,echan was watching Suits and I was half-attentive and there was a freakin' car commercial where a father drives off-road to share a rainbow with his daughter. I had a few sniffles and maybe a little wetness around the eyes.
I dunno, is there something about heading into your thirties that makes you extra-sensitive to emotional moments or am I just a big gooby softie?
I should probably carry some tissue with me on emergency reserve at Vividcon.
Just this weekend, it happened a bunch of times times. I was watching Batman Begins, specifically the scene where Bruce's parents are shot and I just started getting blubbery... then they cut to Jim Gordon talking to Bruce and he reaches out and touches the kid and I just *lost* it.
I had a misty moment in an episode of Fringe where Walter expresses his love for Peter (when Peter's not even in the room).
Then,
echan was watching Suits and I was half-attentive and there was a freakin' car commercial where a father drives off-road to share a rainbow with his daughter. I had a few sniffles and maybe a little wetness around the eyes.I dunno, is there something about heading into your thirties that makes you extra-sensitive to emotional moments or am I just a big gooby softie?
I should probably carry some tissue with me on emergency reserve at Vividcon.
