Has something moved you emotionally recently?

This line from a news article about the recent nightclub shooting made me feel stuff.

“Investigators at the scene were overwhelmed by the sounds of endlessly ringing phones coming from the bodies, as people continued to call hoping for their loved ones to answer, CNN reported.”

Yes, last week, I forget which day.
It was a hot sunny day, we don’t get many, so the wife & I went for an afternoon stroll.
This little boy, no more than 5yr old, was lagging behind his mother bawling his eyes out, clearly distressed more than a naughty kid looking for attention.
They were around 100yds apart walking next to a very busy road & the mother’s response was to yell with venom her obvious rage at the inconvenience her child was causing her.

Now, I realise I could have got this all wrong & kids can get tiring sometimes, but something struck me deeply & I found myself watching this scene, increasingly stressed, until they both disappeared around a corner. I genuinely felt desperately sad for this kid as I imagined what possible terrors awaited when he got home, my mind raced away & I almost teared up.
As I say, probably exaggerated in my head because I never treat my kids like that, but there you go.

I read this in an article about Orlando and cried:

A mother has told how her son texted her from the club toilets where he was hiding, telling her “I’m gonna die” and “Mommy I love you” before a final text saying: “He’s coming.”

Oh yeah. Say goodbye to a dear friend at the end of the day today at work. And I had so much more I wanted to say to him but I couldn’t without getting choked up. Most of the time we talked it was just about mundane things and where we were going with our lives from this point forward. And I just feel a huge empty place in my heart right now…

No, pretty much more of the same….............unfortunately.

Last month I killed a bird sitting in the middle of the street. I thought he was going to fly away as my car approached him but he didn’t. My eyes welled with tears and did so on and off all day as I continued to replay the memory, and it took me days and writing a poem before I could shake my sadness over killing that innocent little creature.

I know how lame this must sound next to the nightclub shooting, and of course the loss of all those innocent human lives saddens and angers me greatly. But killing the bird that day really got to me in a very personal way.

@Pachy that’s awful, and it’s not lame at all. I’m sorry you went through that!

Thank you, @trolltoll.

@ucme, I see the same thing over and over—often in supermarkets and parking lots, often with the parent on a cell phone and totally oblivious to what’s happening with the child—and it makes me so damned angry and sad.

The last episode of season two Bloodline. The lost son of the wayward brother. The life he was forced to lead. The positive reunification with his father, only to see it dashed away. And his ultimate realization of learning that his father made an incredibly tough decision for the benefit of his son, only to find out that he may ultimately be responsible for his fathers death.

Just tore my heart out.

The line about the phone calls from the shooting really upsetted me and did kind of make me notice something. I don’t know what, but it moved me.

I feel like a lot of things recently have moved me. My mind has changed slightly, for some reason.
Recently I was thinking about drowning, because there’s been floods in Australia and some people have died and I just realised how terrifying it would be, just fighting against the water but being helpless. It terrifies me.

Everything right now is terrifying me.

Once in a while a political speech can get to me when real values and sharp thinking are on display. Bernie Sanders, Jill Stein, Elizabeth Warren… they can deliver some serious principles and I find them inspiring.

Senator Murphy during his filibuster when he spoke of the teacher aide who got shot and killed in Sandy Hook and was found with her arms wrapped around one of the students that she loved instead of running away to safety. I just think about when I worked in daycare. I could understand her not wanting to let her student die alone. Her name was Mary Ann Murphy. http://www.nbcnewyork.com/news/national-international/NATL-Newtown-Teacher-Died-Cradling-Dying-Student-Family-184007371.html

Yes, in a negative way. My ex housemate that I just moved out from last week is now attempting to guilt trip me and get me to commit to all kinds of pet/ house sitting for her with no empathy for my new work arrangement and that my new bosses needs take priority. We kinda had it out this morning and she has backed off but I am so sick of her drama and bitchy behaviors. Thank God I am able to be diplomatic but firm.

In many ways I’d like to tell her to fuck off forever but I also don’t want to burn any bridges so I have to manage her crap when I really would like to just give her the royal flush. What kind of hold does she have on me you may ask? She has my old pet goose “Marwyn” she adopted when I lost it all in the recession a few years ago and so, in order to still have him in my life I have to manage her toxic side. Bah!

I moved to Utah a few weeks ago and had really been questioning whether it was the right thing to do or not. Two days after I arrived I went on a hike to Cassidy Arch in Capitol Reef and when I got there, I was the only one and it was one of the most breathtaking views I’ve ever seen, not to mention the arch itself was gigantic and so impressive and gorgeous. I actually started laughing out loud and was overcome by so much emotion I had to just put my hand over my mouth and stop myself from screaming. The emotion I decided was this pure unfiltered joy. It all made sense and I knew I was in exactly the right place.