The day itself was fine - all the guests showed up, the food was good, nobody got in each others' faces about hot-button issues (a miracle considering the Ferguson protests dominated the news cycle at the time), and I managed to get along with everyone perfectly well. As far as family events went, it was a good one.
Bu after the meal was over and the guests left, I checked my Tumblr feed and saw a story about two British policemen facing charges for chasing and assaulting an autistic Pakistani man.
My entire demeanor changed from being okay to sobbing beyond belief. I couldn't believe the cruelty these men had afflicted on a person I didn't even know. That story combined with the Ferguson coverage made me upset at people's cruelty and it all spilled out in tears. A family member found me crying and while she understood how I could be affected by such a story, she was perturbed that I would let a news story would make me break down.
In short, I may have let my empathy take over to the point of unhealthy display.
In short, I may have let my empathy take over to the point of unhealthy display.
