Silent_Storm wrote:
sometimes i cry for discarded and unwanted things no matter how small and insignificant they are. it comes and goes and can be briefly overwhelming and then it's fine. my sensitivity to things like that can be almost excruciating at times. the song 'puff the magic dragon' put me into hysterics when i was a child.
I had the same problem with Puff when I was a kid! :S It still makes me tear up but I can stand to listen to it now. I end up crying over all sorts of things that are discarded and not wanted anymore, or broken. When I was a kid my sister would put me into floods of tears talking about this one toy person I had who had been lost "and I would never play with him, ever ever again" she said. It was actually worse when things would break and I would have the image of their broken parts stuck in my mind causing me to break down long afterwards. I feel sick when I think about this painting that used to hang in my room that my father got rid of one day, and threw in the dump (destroyed, so it couldn't be recovered... since I was always recovering things from the dump). He hung this map up in its place and I was in hysterics when I found it, and threw it across the room. But no matter how I carried on the original was ruined and I was not allowed to salvage it (I tried). It's such as sore spot...like so many others...
Most recently when I sold my old car (my first car that was all mine, not "borrowed" from my parents) I could not stop crying. My friend had helped me find a new one, which I drive now, but I didn't like it, and it wasn't the same. It runs better, is more comfortable, and doesn't have numerous mechanical problems, but when it finally came time to sell my other car, I could not stop crying...when I was signing the paper, all the way to the licensing office, and afterwards. The worst part was the only buyer he could find was a junk yard due to the extremely high mileage. I could not bear the thought of it getting junked, and clung to the hope that it might be sold to somebody else. He couldn't figure out why I couldn't stop crying now that I had this newer, nicer car he'd found for me. It still makes me sad when I think of my old car