Now, if you've ever spent much time with me, you'd know I form a very strong emotional attachment to things. Things that don't matter. I cry when I see teddies being thrown away or treated roughly. I cry when I have to throw things away, like notes from school classes (which, admittedly, I keep in a box with all my other keepsakes). But what I seem to have the most trouble with, is books.
I have this need to "rescue" books. Books that are unread make me sad. I found a special edition copy of Guards! Guards! that had never been read, ever, in its whole life. I felt so sorry for the book. I cried a bit, I really did. I wanted to rescue this hundred-dollar book, with Sam Vimes on the cover. Oh, and that's another thing.
I cry not only for the actual, physical books, but for the characters. If a character is having a particularly hard time - take, for instance, Sam Vimes - I will cry. I cried when he was getting emotional about Young Sam. I cried when
that baby died back on Cockbill Street, and when Vimes was talking about that street, and growing up in severe poverty in Feet of Clay when they were poisoning the Patrician. Come to think of it, I cried when they were poisoning poor Vetinari.
Hell, even when Sam is passed out drunk in the gutter in the start of Guards! Guards!, I found myself begging him to. To. Well, bloody well stop it.
I don't know why I do this. Maybe it's my lack of ability to properly distinguish between fantasy and reality. Maybe it's because I get so involved in characters. Maybe, well, maybe I'm just plain crazy. I don't know. But what I know is, when a teddy bear is mistreated, a book unread, a fictional police officer drinking away his depression, I'll be there, tears and all.
Do you have any weird emotional habits?
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