(November 2, 2019 at 9:42 am)Gae Bolga Wrote: Yeah, those are always interesting experiences. OTOH, I'm a cryer. I also have to wipe the eyes at the end of disney flicks and sappy dramas, too. Or when family comes to visit, or leaves, or refuses to leave. The list is practically endless.
The strangest, and this ties in with patriotism and service and the convoluted emotions involved...I cry when I hurt people...which is why I would sing when I shot. It occupied the mind, kept tears back, and boosted accuracy through controlled breathing.
I, OTOH, am not a cryer - really never have been. Last night we attended a high school football game and, as usual, the anthem caused a catch in my breath. It's not even conscious, it happens every time.
Though I wasn't a huge Whitney Houston fan, her rendition of The National Anthem was/is breathtaking.
I don't have the correct words to explain why that is the case for me.
I'm your huckleberry.
