It makes me cry so often. Am I emo? Perhaps. I am a sweat the small stuff type. Lots of tantrums about deadlines and bills and social drama. Some tears every now and then when lives fall apart on the OC. But that's just the small stuff.
I am a master at dealing with the big stuff. Zen, comparatively. Tears about big issues are few and far between. It's also funny that other people seem to be very receptive to giving sympathy for smaller things, but will rarely even mention the big stuff.
And then there's my mother...who won't yield an ounce of sympathy for anything. I don't know how she and I are so different. Shouldn't I be modeled after her??? I think I took after my dad. I have a temper and limited patience. I am stubborn and I always think that I can devise a stratagem that will make everything difficult fall into place. And when things turn out not so peachy, I have trouble.
My mom and my sister are more independent. They think they have to be silent martyrs about a lot of things. They are also funny in a stubborn I'll say what I want to say to whoever I want to way. And they aren't the queens of tlc or sympathy, and sometimes (rarely) they struggle a bit with tact. But they handle stress marvelously...and privately.
It all comes out in the wash.
"I think that he should just shoot it because it is clearly a big freako."
-My mother on the lack of non-defensive killing in I Am Legend
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