I find myself getting choked up often when there are powerful emotions on display. Sadness, joy, and even things like bravery. Dunno why, but I do. So did my Dad. Maybe it’s genetic.
Sometimes I cry happy tears when I hear kids having a grand old time playing at playgrounds. That sort of pure joy is so far from my grown-up experiences, it’s like my brain can’t process it anymore.
I find myself getting choked up often when there are powerful emotions on display. Sadness, joy, and even things like bravery. Dunno why, but I do. So did my Dad. Maybe it’s genetic.
Sometimes I cry happy tears when I hear kids having a grand old time playing at playgrounds. That sort of pure joy is so far from my grown-up experiences, it’s like my brain can’t process it anymore.