I've been feeling emotional lately and it keeps happening at the strangest times. Like the other night I was watching this ridiculous and terrible movie, "My Life in Ruins." It is supposed to be like "My Big Fat Greek Wedding," but it is not nearly as sweet and falls flat. However, I found myself absolutely sobbing in the last twenty minutes of this ridiculous movie when it turned out, the hairy bus driver was actually a handsome Greek man who had been leaving Georgia daisies all along!!! And guess what??? He DID speak English!!! sobbing. I mean sobbing. on my couch, eating a quesadilla, sobbing. zero explanation.
The crying happened again this morning. My bff Alejandro is moving out of Kansas. And though I have been out of Kansas for years now, I somehow felt like it was goodbye for the first time. And I sat at my desk just crying over how much I would miss him and staring at all our old facebook pictures together. Keep in mind, we haven't lived in the same state for two and a half years. My boss came in early and asked me what was wrong and I told her I had to sneeze. Excellent, Megan. Really excellent.
There is no real explanation for all of this emotion. I'm not particularly stressed at work, I'm not particularly stressed in any part of my life. I'm just.....weepy.
As of this moment, I've decided to blame it on the end of summer.
Even though I am SO ready for summer to go away (I'm tired of walking in to work drenched in sweat. tired of carrying around a sweat towel...) and ready for fall to come in and sweep me off my feet (Oh yes please, cardigan weather. oh, new boots? don't mind of I do) I always get a little sad at the end of summer.
Because remember being 10 and realizing that school was starting in a week? Remember how the pool used to gradually get emptier and emptier? Remember how kids would suddenly start looking civilized again? You know, fresh haircuts, regular bathing, new clothes, etc. It all used to make me sad. Every time August came around, I would get that feeling in my chest--that desire to make summer go on forever. More popsicles, more carnivals, more swimming, more bicycles, more vacations in a conversion van, more wild, sun-bleached hair. More of everything.
I am getting weepy again.
It's August, I tell you what.
