i've been dwelling on my emotional response to XiaoQiao's death.
At school i was like, "Too bad. So long, bugger." Even dead, she was really cute. Then i went to take a leak, and suddenly tears started flowing along side of my piss.
Later, i cried when i buried her.
Later, i cried when i blogged, and watched the video (and i usually hate cute animal vids).
Later, i cried at Q's when her cat crawled into my lap and started purring.
Anyhow, i wonder if this outpour of emotion is indulgent. It's like you can choose to cry, or you can choose to keep it together.
If i had more pressing tragedies in my life, then i assume XiaoQiao would get bumped down in the emotional priority list. Well, seeing as how there isn't any other pressing tragedies at present, i've been free to delve into whatever came up.
What a luxury.