“These Olympics are a disaster; I burst into tears every time someone wins a gold. It doesn’t matter what country they’re from. I’m completely unstable.” Chelsea Handler
First, let me say that I am not normally a cryer. I’m sort of that NY tough on the outside, or so people say. On the inside I’m mush, but I try not to let many people know that. Some of you have already firgured it out. A kind word or someone else crying will have me quietly excuse myself or make a joke to change the subject, but most things I take in stride.
So you’ll understand why I was so happy to read comedian Chelsea Handler’s comment on the Olympics. Now she is one tough broad and if she is crying every time someone does well, I don’t feel so badly. Is it just me and Chelsea or are we all choked up all over the world? I don’t think I can take much more but if I shed a tear over fencing I’m checking myself in somewhere. Okay enough about crying, here comes the joke:
If a kid asks where rain comes from, I think a cute thing to tell him is “God is crying.” And if he asks why God is crying, another cute thing to tell him is “Probably because of something you did.”
– Deep Thoughts by Jack Handey
Yup, you’re a mush…and as a New Yorker born and bred, I’d say you’re NY mush…and wonderful..
You got me first, I believe. NY really? Brooklyn, LI and then finally Queens here. They love me in Massachusetts, especially during baseball season.
That was brilliant! It made me laugh out loud and wiped a tear away myself. Oh…HUGS. I like you with every little bit I get to know about you…Sharon
HUGS right back at you. The feeling is mutual!!
Ya know, it’s the damnedest thing. I’m anything BUT a sports fan, but I was watching the US women take the gold in gymnastics the other day and blubbering like a baby–astonished myself. Glad to hear that I’m not the only one who’s fallen prey to this maudlin malady! 😉
Oh what a relief! I’m so sick of myself but somehow being in good company makes me feel like less of a weirdo ; )
Indeed. We can all act bizarrely together! 🙂
Then there are the tears when people miss the gold, or miss a medal altogether, or missing the final. Seeing the heartbreak in their faces – four years of heroic effort dissolved in an instant – brings me to tears for their unrecognised achievement in being 2nd or 4th or 10th best in the world.
Yep, I’m pretty much crying for everyone. It’s ridiculous. Don’t forget the people that didn’t qualify. I started then. Ugh.
Ha! I love it!! I was literally crying before it even started – you are not alone! Good to see I am in good company!
Now I’m beginning to think everyone must be crying! Couldn’t be just the group that’s connected on here..or could it be? : )
I think love is all all around! 🙂
OMG LADIES…are we ALL going through men-o-please or what? Forget the dang Kleenex…we need something with drying power. Good grief. Oh crap…there it goes again…if we are made up of so much water…why aren’t I loosing weight???
It’s great to see someone succeed at something, especially when they’ve worked so hard at it. I put myself in their shoes and usually that’s when the water works begin to happen for me. I can imagine it’s a freaking awesome feeling to challenge yourself and be recognized for it.
I think it’s when they show the parents for me.
Loved the deep thought of the day…