delicate

my blogging group was given this prompt- just "delicate".
immediately i started singing the damien rice song, "delicate," which i absolutely love. one of the main reasons i love the song is because i've ended up crying to it. in fact, i've ended up crying to a lot of songs. that usually leads me to saying or writing something stupid and solely emotionally driven to an ex-boyfriend or to someone who i might have at one time wanted to be my boyfriend. or maybe it just makes me think of really sad stuff. like being lonely. that's sad.
what i started thinking about though is that although i am not a big person, no one has ever described me as delicate. apparently physically i am not delicate. and i didn't used to be as emotionally delicate either. but now, i've embraced the fact that i have become emotionally delicate in certain situations with open arms. most days i shed a tear about something- whether it be a song, something i saw on tv, something i've read, or just the usual sad shit that happens in everyday life. i cry a few tears because i'm not afraid to, and mostly i'm just at home by myself. i don't bawl alone with enya in the background and patchouli candles blazing. just a few during extreme makeover home edition, no biggie. or during "tears in heaven." i believe it's impossible to not cry during that. trust me.