I’m not sure what’s happening with me. I must be getting soft in my old age, because I’ve been finding myself spending an inordinate amount of time watching videos from shows like ‘The Voice’ and (Insert country here)‘s Got Talent… and getting emotional over the acts.
You’re a janitor with 3 teeth in his head that can sing a Journey song? Tears.
You're some country bumpkin whose Nana died and you’re singing her favorite song for the judges? Tears.
You idolize Michael Buble and get a chance to sing with him, even though he didn’t think you were quite good enough to be on his team? Tears.
I used to laugh until my sides hurt at that movie ‘Junior’ with Arnold Schwarzenegger when he was pregnant (yes - it’s the whole plot of the movie) and was crying while watching commercials on TV.
“She was Daddy’s little girl… NOW SHE’S MOVING AWAY!”, he cried while laying on the couch, inhaling a pint of ice cream.
That’s me - cheering for strangers and living vicariously through them on pretty terrible reality television; without the ice cream, though, because I’m watching my girlish figure.
Some men buy a Corvette when they turn 50. My mid-life crisis consists of getting misty over some accordion playing guy halfway across the world that has an entire crowd enraptured with his performance of a disco song I’ve never heard of.
Is MANopause a thing?
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