It is a strange
feeling. The breathing seems difficult like there is a hole in your heart. A
tear forms in your eye and you don’t know why. It is hard or impossible to
speak.
A lot of
difference experiences or recurrences can bring on this affect to the body. A
memory or a certain sound or an image that seems to make your body throwaway
reason and shutter with an uncontrollable emotion.
This is the
season when advertisers and foundations work hard to create this emotion on
you. Sick puppies or doe eyed children or even the family gathering brings the
emotions of the time and breaks down the barriers to donate to a good cause.
Through the years
I don’t think I was so attached to the emotions or I just looked past them.
Numb to whatever was an attachment to my fellow person or experience was put
away for another day.
Watch an
extraordinary catastrophe and not blink an eye or hold a dying person without a
tear must have been a trained condition. Don’t know if it was learned or just
appropriate for the time when men were brave and had no feelings.
Tough it out or
man up to the task without giving in to what was churning inside.
But lately I find
myself adjust those sick puppy ads or those doe eyed children ads for I know I
will react to them.
The first time I
noticed it was a Billy Joel concert. He played a song “And we will all go down
together” and as I watched, even knowing the song, I broke down. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qjzjhl-QztE Just watched it and it still breaks me down. Sure I lived
during that time but wasn’t in the fight. I did see the results come home on
the train and knew a few who were in those boxes.
Why this song? I don’t know. It was the
first time I realized I could lose it.
Some Kate Bush and
Peter Gabriel songs get a similar reaction so now that I realize it I try to
avoid them.
I’m not saying it
is bad or unmanly or even vulnerable to become overwhelmed by these feelings,
yet as we learn about ourselves and know more about ourselves we can accept the
occasional choke up.
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