spontaneous tears

There are these times where I am driving in my car, minding my own business, grooving to Trisha Yearwood*, and all of a sudden the tears begin. Out of nowhere, well, sort of. I know where it comes from, well, sort of.

I have this thing, where a song that I remember listening to at a specific time in my life (as a kid, dance, etc.) comes on the shuffle on my ipod from 2006 and I just spontaneously start sobbing and hacking and snotting everywhere. It's really not that dramatic. It's more like a choke-up. Like I take a few small breaths and my eyes well up and sting a little bit. That happened today. It seems to always happen when this song comes on.

Katie sittin' on her old front porch, watching the chickens peck the ground. There ain't a whole lot going on tonight in this one-horse town.

So today, I'm driving, the song starts, and I'm fine. I immediately remember the last incident, where only a few bars into the song and I was done for. It was different today. I didn't really feel anything right off. I sang along, like I do, and then right about the beginning of the last chorus...

Mama breaks in, says don't lose your temper, it wasn't very long ago, that you yourself was just a hay-seed, plow boy, who didn't have a row to hoe. My daddy said you wasn't worth a lick, when it came to brains you got the short end of the stick. Well he was wrong and honey, you are too. Katie looks at Tommy like I still look at you.

That's it. That did it. I stung, I welled, they dripped down my cheek and small little breaths snuck up on me, one after another, so much that I almost choked on my spit. It was a little weird. But it did. It hit me.

And that is what I call spontaneous tears. They happen. Nostalgia happens.

It almost always happens with She's In Love With The Boy. There are several others that I cannot remember off the top of my head, however last week after marathoning all my missed episodes of The Voice I was on a Shakira kick and I remember that one time that my dance company performed to Eyes Like Yours and it came on the ipod from 2006 and I lost it. Just because it reminded me of that sweaty warehouse with all of my favorite girls and us loving each other and hating dancing with those damn fans.

Until the next spontaneous cryfest which will probably be Alan Jackson's Remember When, because it's always a country song.

*Hate her but don't hate her, so what if she married Garth...and maybe ahem how they got together but I also can't help but love her okay the end.