I may just cry

I saw several things today that made me think to myself, or say to someone around me, "I may just cry."

The first occured at the pharmacy. I got several prescriptions filled. I sat in the waiting area and when the blonde-headed lady called my name, "Miss Kennedy!" I'm sure my face gave a wincing expression that could only convey sheer agony. I was anticipating the cost of the medications. "Ok," I told myself, "brace yourself." When she told me the total cost would be $6.18, I let out a little yelp and said the phrase, 'thank you,' like I had just been given a Grammy or something. After I paid, and we were waiting for my receipt to print, I told her, "I'm so happy, I may just cry." She smiled.

The second occured when I found out that Tila Tequila chose Bobby over Dani on "A Shot at Love with Tila Tequila." "That fucking whore!" I yelled at the computer screen, when I read about it this morning. "I may just cry, poor Dani."

Then this evening, I was sitting in a Starbucks, quietly enjoying my chai tea and planning my Christmas break. There was this man sitting in front of me sunk into an arm chair. I could see half of his face and he seemed lost and wandering. Sort of sad really, I thought to myself, "I may just cry for him."

And finally, tonight I am watching Castaway on TBS. I love this movie and I also hate it. The part where Chuck is floating along on the raft and Wilson falls off into the ocean, that part is so sad. When he swims out to get Wilson and he can't reach and he has to choose between WIlson and staying alive. The isolation that he must have felt, my god. It is like that of Sala in "Letters to Sala." It brings me to tears everytime. I may just cry.