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I was sitting quietly working on my thesis just now, with a randomized playlist providing background noise. For absolutely no reason, the Renaud song Mistral gagnant made me cry. I'm not upset tearful, I don't think, it's more like a sudden sense of how much certain people mean to me.

I don't understand this at all; I have absolutely no associations with the song and it's not especially lovely, kind of sentimental but not the sort of thing I normally find deeply moving. And it's not a time of the month when I should be randomly tearful about nothing, and no emotionally disturbing things have happened to me recently.
Te raconter enfin qu'il faut aimer la vie / Et l'aimer même si le temps est assassin...
(Lemme tell you, you gotta love life in the end, you gotta love it even when time comes to murder it.)

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Date: 2005-02-15 08:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rysmiel.livejournal.com
*hug* That sounds to me like the kind of unexpectedly labile I get when under a lot of tension in ways orthogonal to the emotions about which I'm labile. It makes little sense and I'm a little wary of it as a thing other people might misread, but it is something I recognise, that it's much easier for me to get weepy about people I care about when I'm really wound up about work or visas or some such.

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Date: 2005-02-15 09:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rysmiel.livejournal.com
I'm doing that stupid thing of not being consciously aware of the general background level of stress which is affecting the way I react, I think.

Stupid's not the relevant word, I think. In that focus enough to be able for work at this level of difficulty is a learned skill, and so also is balancing that with keeping reasonable track of how it's affecting everything else, and they're not by any means skills one learns at the same rate - I am still working on the second, definitely. It's something much easier to spot in other people than in yourself. *hug* Glad my perspective helps, though.

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Date: 2005-02-15 09:34 pm (UTC)

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Date: 2005-02-16 05:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] usuakari.livejournal.com
(Lemme tell you, you gotta love life in the end, you gotta love it even when time comes to murder it.)

That concept/sentiment's enough to make anyway sad if they dwell on it. It's a bitter-sweet form of sadness, but I get it just reading the line, without even knowing the song.

Sometimes background stuff has the opportunity to slide past many of the cooler, more rational safeguards we hold in place and affect us in unexpected ways. Sounds like this might have been the case here...

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Date: 2005-02-17 03:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] usuakari.livejournal.com
Heh. :) Probably doesn't sound as schmaltzy to me as I don't know the rest of the song.

Taken out of context it's a nice line and reminds me of my work and my ponderings on the nature and processes of life and death.

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