And my favorite color today

would seem to be crazy. Good gracious. My friend and torturer P lost her father last week and the family held a memorial gathering today. I've known P for a number of years and since her mom is the office manager for the office o' torture, I know her too. When I worked my way through the rather long line to get to P and her mom and bro and sis, I could barely speak without becoming emotional. And I'm thinking to myself, 'self, wtf?'. It is not uncommon for me to become emotional at such gatherings, the energy is always quite sad, I'm apparently way too empathic or insane for my own damned good. Maybe when I'm an old lady I can hire out. But for now, I just feel badly for my friends.