That was it.
I finished reading Kira Kira just a few moments ago and one tear fell from my right eye, onto my nose and then onto the right leg of the pants I wore to church.
That hasn't happened in four years. I haven't actually felt a tear leave my eyes in four years. It made me feel human, it made me feel alive.
About Me
- AttemptingthePath
- I’m a twenty-nothing who is trying desperately to figure out my seemingly complicated life that includes being a SSA/Homo/Gay/Whatever Mormon that has pathetically little control over my emotions. By day, I sell priestcrafts (“Have you heard of the new John Bytheway fireside on DVD?” It’s 20% off right now) to old women, who, in fact, think I’m quite endearing and buy four of said DVD. I’m going to pretend that the inverse of the previous statement isn’t necessary because I don’t think it’s any of your business what I do by night. I’ve been described as “adorable, yet offensive,” (OriginalMohomie, 2007) and “Immature.” (Master FOB, numerous occasions) I am still in love with Natalie Portman, hooded-sweatshirts, and quoting movies. And just like my last “about me”, this one is going to peter out at the end. Just … like … now.
1 comment:
congratulations! you actually can feel emotion. I've never been so proud of you. May your future be filled with even more tears.
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