Pure Emotion.

Women are more emotional than men. It's not an insult or an absolute truth, but it is a general observation. Often the emotionality of women is in excess. Example: Valetine's Day. This is a lame holiday that was created by capitalists to feed of off women's insecurities and emotions, and they fall for it every year. Don't celebrate it. I'll wait until February to really get into that, however. Holding on to negative emotions is a problem for many females as well, including myself. Feeling sad is often appropriate and healthy, but some women make a living out of it.

Although there is a negative side to the excess of emotions in women, and it can lead us to being accused of behaving as irrational beings, there is also a very beautiful side. For instance, as a female, it is accepted by society if a desert sunset brings me to tears. If a man were to do this, society in general would mock him for being feminine. I am very thankful that I was born a woman, because I can express my emotions without fear of scorn when something beautiful moves me to tears. I think the moments where I am laughing uncontrollably, smiling uncontrollably, or crying tears of joy uncontrollably, are the meaning of life. Being moved by the little things is what makes it all worth it. Feeling the emotion swell in my core as I stand at the top of a mountain, the base of a giant sequoia, or the edge of a desert cliff, is my emotional addiction. Nature moves me.

Humanity, also moves me. Some people can not be moved by humanity because they have lost all faith, but I am either ignorant, naive, or idealistic enough, to be moved by the collective or individual good deeds of humanity. According to society, its ok for men to cry at their child's birth or their wedding, but too much emotion in other situations makes them sissy.

It's not even about tears though, its about feeling--- feeling something so deep it causes joy to creep out of your orifices, literally or metaphorically. In the film, American Beauty, the male character is deeply moved by the dance of a plastic grocery sack dancing in an alley breeze. These are the moments I want to hear about. I know I don't have a huge following for this blog (yet), but if you are a male reading this, I would love to hear about a moment where something moved you deeply to the point of feeling an emotion that society would generally shun because it is not perceived as manly or macho. Moved men, besides being incredibly sexy, move me. Because pure emotion, (ie emotion not driven by commercialism) is just as beautiful as the moment that inspired it.

I have a friend that once blogged about a shimmering red leaf. He found the leaf to be beautiful, and held on to it because of the way the leaf made him feel. And when the leaf fell about in his pant's pocket, he was sad. This is the type of moment I live for. Inspiration from a shimmering red leaf. What could be more beautiful?


So tell me your stories, ladies and gentlemen. Let it all out. Whether it was inspired by a single individual (e.g. you're sleeping girlfriend in the moon light), a group of individuals (e.g. a room full of friends and family singing you happy birthday while they wait for you to blow out the candles), or a moment in art, history, or discovery (standing before an original Picasso, watching the fall of the Berlin wall, or watching man walk on the moon), I want to know. What single moments in life made you feel alive? What has driven YOU to the ecstasy of PURE emotion?