Olympic Emotions

I feel like I’m obligated to write an Olympic-themed blog post as part of some unspoken blogger pact which proves my patriotism. While I am patriotic, this post is only vaguely related to the Olympics. Rather, it is about the olympics that are my emotions.

It’s not that I cry a lot. It’s just that a lot of things easily make me cry. Underneath my hardened, sarcastic exterior, lies a soft, sensitive girl. There is just so much beauty, kindness and heartache in the world. I can’t help but empathize.

With strangers.

Or fictional characters.

Or my dog.

It’s true. I love my dog so much, it makes me cry sometimes.

My heart swells up when I look at her, and the tears cometh.

I’ve teared up almost every night since the olympics started. How am I supposed to control myself when I see faces overjoyed at winning gold? I cried more than Missy Franklin did when she won a gold medal for swimming. I cried when the Fab Five won gold in gymnastics. I also cried when Jordyn Weiber didn’t make it to the All-Around.

I cry during books, movies and TV shows. I just bawled during the episode of Mad Men when Kennedy is assassinated. I also cried the other day while watching Merlin, but now I can’t remember why.

I should probably start wearing waterproof mascara, because who knows when I will encounter an emotional moment?

I go to church and cry during baptisms. And Graduation Sunday. And when the children sing.

I went to work one day and my boss shared a touching story about an old man and his recently-deceased sister, and I immediately began tearing up.

I cry when other people cry.

Ok, so maybe I do cry a lot. But that’s not a bad thing, right? My mother described it as a “gift.” So really, I’m just more gifted than everyone else.

Yea. We’ll go with that.

Les chiens aboient, la caravane passe,

Emily

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About Emily

I tend to embody the definition of "first world problems," so one night when I knew I needed to shower but didn't want to--in true first-world fashion--I created this blog. There were ulterior motives, however. I'm a journalism and french major at Mercer University, which means I enjoy writing (and France, apparently). I also like to think that I'm witty, and that the world needs to hear (or, rather, read) my wit. "La Vie, Selon Emily" means "Life, According to Emily." Emily, being myself. Now that that's out of the way, who is Emily? Funny you should ask, because I've made a short list: I was raised in the Georgia suburbs on a beautiful little thing they call "sarcasm." My parents taught me at a young age to appreciate this age-old art, and I like to think I've mastered their craft. I'm also quite the girly girl: Disney princesses were my childhood, and dressing up is my favorite. Despite whatever conclusions you may have drawn from #2, yellow, not pink, is my favorite color. I love commas, and feel that I use them too liberally. I love thinking and learning new things, and I love making others think and learn new things. I am a voracious reader, and I love the word "voracious." I just realized that I've used the word "love" entirely too much thus far. I sing in the shower. I sing in the car. I pretty much sing a lot, and I like to think I'm decent at it. If you give me grape juice, I'll be your friend. I will also be your friend if you love on me (examples include giving me a hug, rubbing my back or arm, playing with my hair, cuddling with me, etc.). I have two mottos in life: Any dress with pockets is a dress worth having, and any man who wears bow ties is a man worth dating (I will acknowledge that there are exceptions to these rules, as with all rules). Semi-finally, but most importantly, I am an utterly depraved sinner saved by God's unfailing grace and love. I will leave you with this french proverb: "A l'œuvre, on connaît l'artisan."
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5 Responses to Olympic Emotions

  1. clownonfire says:

    Emily,
    As French-speaking Québécois, I could quote a memorable line from a 19th Century Romantic poet, on the topic of crying. But I won’t. Because I’m too lazy to look for one.
    Le Clown

    • Emily says:

      Haha! Well thank you for being proactive enough to read and comment! The fact that an actual French-speaker read my blog is exciting. I’ve thought about writing an entire post in French, but I haven’t had the guts to actually do it yet!

      • clownonfire says:

        Emily,
        D’après tes quelques citations, tu te débrouilles plutôt bien. N’hésite pas à me répondre en français, si jamais cela te tente.
        Le Clown

      • Emily says:

        Merci! Je trouve les proverbes sur l’internet, mais je les comprends la plupart du temps. Pour pratiquer, j’écoute de la musique française, comme Carla Bruni. Aussi, je regarde les videos “YouTube” en français. Je peux conjuger les verbes tous la journeé, mais je ne peux pas communiquer aussi bien. (J’ai aussi besion d’aide de Google Translate pour te répondre.)

      • clownonfire says:

        Emily,
        Quand même fantastique comme réponse… Qu’une erreur sur le plan de l’orthographe, mais on s’en fout, ton petit paragraphe est mieux écrit que la plupart des textes que je lis de mes comparses (désolé les amis)…
        Le Clown

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