Hilarious Emotional Phase: A Funny Story

So, for the past couple of days, I've been rather hilariously emotional. Usually this hilarious emotional phase of mine can be kind of overlooked, because I think I'm actually really sad and it is normal to be really sad about whatever I'm really sad about, but this one story I'm about to tell...well, there was no reason for me to be sad at all, which is how I realized: "Oh, super hilarious emotional phase has begun!"

Here's the story:

I was sitting on the couch with my sister and her husband, watching Iron Chef. Now, I enjoy food and I enjoy people who cook food, but I am not the biggest fan of shows on cooking food, even if they include drama and competitiveness which makes them bearable to watch, but, anyway, I was watching this with my sister and her husband, and found myself welling up with emotion.

A cook-person would come on and be like, "I am so passionate about broccoli. I love working with it. Oooh broccoli!"and would be all teary-eyed, and in response I'd be like: How sad, this person loves broccoli so much. I feel so sad.

Then, another person would be jumping up and down, shouting "hooray" b/c they made it to the next round, and I was just sitting there with my throat all clogged, trying to keep down the sobs.

I didn't realize at first that this was one of those hilarious emotional phases I am wont to have every so often. I actually thought, for a while: this is normal. It is totally normal for me to be sad because people love broccoli so much. But it wasn't, and I realized this after a while, when the show was over and my wanting to sob began to ebb away.

These were my thoughts in chronological order:
This is weird.
I don't usually become sad over stuff like this.
Nobody else is sad, because it's obviously not something to be sad over.
Why am I sad?
I don't even like this show.
This isn't normal.

And then it dawned on me, that, well, this is Hilarious Emotional Phase, and I found it rather funny and shared it with my mom, and we both died laughing...except, well, we didn't die, because that's a figure of speech. I just, I wanted to make that clear, in case you didn't know and thought this post was written by a ghost. That would be kinda creepy.

Happy reading and writing and blogging and reading blogs and whatever else you people do!

- Cara

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