My eyes tear up over any happy story. This started happening to me after I admitted I was depressed and reached out for help. It can be frustrating and embarrassing, but it sure beats where my head was at before.
I get weepy a lot more these days, too. Over the silliest stuff (see: Oreo’s commercial :p). I teared up over an episode of RuPaul’s Drag Race yesterday, for Pete’s sake.
I once competed in a NCAA sport. Alright, it was downhill skiing at a division 1A school, but I still try to impress people with that fact anyways.
Best part: I thought I was joining a university ski club. I am originally from an area near the Canadian Rockies and was missing skiing, so I thought it would be a fun way to meet people and drink in interesting locales. I was wondering what kind of ski club had mandatory gym attendance and practice, and it didn’t dawn on me until I was sat down in front of the NCAA admission papers.
You’re sitting on thousands of dollars worth of firearms you don’t want? :eek: