accidental habit

I have a problem listening to, watching, reading the saddest things at the worst time. For instance today I came across a blog about a 25 year old woman who died of cystic fibrosis, and kept an online journal during her last years/months. Curiosity sparked. Listened to some of the video blogs while working, not the best idea considering my eyes welled up with tears, the story was heart-wrenching. Rewind a month ago when I was reading a few articles in a magazine about doctors telling their most intense moment at work. I cried on my commute home. I also remember a time where I was reading a book at the gym. cried. Moral of the story is to only read about bunnies and rainbows when in public spaces.