I know that I've blogged before about how I'm sentimental about some strange things.
They are actually a couple of my favorite posts.
If you missed them and you're interested (or really bored) you can read them by clicking Here and Here.
But this past week I started to think there is seriously something wrong with me.
I won't go into a bunch of sad stuff but let's just say it was a week filled with things that a normal person would have gone through the Kleenex in bulk.
Not me. I had nothin'.
It's not that I didn't feel anything. I just didn't feel like I could cry.
Then a few nights ago, The Hubby and I were watching TV.
Have you ever seen that show on TLC called Overhaulin?
If you don't know what I'm talking about, they "take" some one's wreck of a car (usually there's some sentimental feeling behind the car) and then they turn it into custom beauty.
http://www.blogcdn.com/www.autoblog.com/media/2006/06/overhaulin01-dok-71-challenger.jpgAnd I'm on the couch boohooin' like a baby (and trying to hide it).
Afterwards, I really started to question if there is something wrong with me.
I can't cry at a funeral or with one of my hurting kids but I cry every time I watch this TV stupid show?
I know I've said I'm sentimental about my cars but that's usually because of the memories we've made as a family in them (I think).
It's not because I consider myself a big "car person". I wasn't a "gear head" in high school. I don't really know anything about them. I appreciate their beauty. That's about it.
So why do I have all this emotion around vehicles but not the normal stuff?
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13 comments:
cars carry more than people, but the memories made. refurbishing the car brings back those as well.
i dunno. smiles.
I was watching Wild America the other day and I just broke down.
Tears over the Spotted Northern Owl or something.
There is a reason behind it, and it wasn't the owl.
But yeah, I understand. :)
LOL...I'm the same way. Although one day when my 12 year old was talking to me about something, she got upset and that made me cry. I think I get brownie points for that.
Shoosh....right there with you!
hmmmm....yeah...kinda weird...5 cents please.
Look, I actually find myself smiling sometimes at a viewing. I don't feel like smiling, but that is just how my mind reacts to things. I can read someones post about an incident that occurred when they were a child and get choked up, but see a major disaster and not feel the same sorrow.
Maybe with the hurting child, your mind is telling your body not to show that emotion because it might add further to the childs hurt to see their mother cry. Maybe the crying over cars was just your minds way of resetting itself and allowing all of the emotions to come out. I remember seeing the movie Castaway in the theatre and seeing people cry over a beachball!
You are what you are. I say just own it and move on!
Tori--add this to your calendar: Mecum Car Auction, St Charles, IL, Pheasant Run, September 17 weekend, 2010. Search Mecum on my blog to see some shots of when i went this year--www.coolkayaker1.blogspot.com It is awesome for gawkers like us--10 bucks and you can see and touch cars that sell for $150k and more! One The Judge model muscle car in 2009 sold for $340, 000! Right there in St Charles. Plus, it's on TV! Tell hubby and kids. Put on calendar. No kidding.
hMM, that is true with some people, maybe cars touch you in some way or seeing other's cry. Cry for joy? Yeah lets call it that
I love Lee's comment. "Five cents please."
I don't have an answer. I cry at the Star Spangle Banner every time. I cry over Budweiser, McDonalds, and Hallmark commercials.
You know what nearly made me cry the other day? A mechanical bull. It looked sweet or some damn irrational thing. Don't question me! I'm deep!
So are you. Carry Kleenex and let the tears flow. You feel what you feel!
I've got nothing to offer you on that one. Cars are the VERY.LAST.THING to make me cry. Maybe you have some repressed memory related to a car. That's what I would tell you if I were qualified. Then I'd charge you extra to help figure out what it all means ;)
I don't know. I never used to be a crier, and I made so much fun of my mom when I was a kid and she would cry at sappy movies......now in recent years I have become the biggest crier I know. It is insane!
Maybe you missed your calling as a "car designer"?
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