It's fascinating to me that our soul can hold things in - specific phrases - that can be triggered by benign events and then spoken retroactively to release old emotions.
I've been having a lovely Saturday, and was driving on the highway around downtown Nashville heading to Nate's. To make his exit, I needed to get over the to the far right lane. I drove for 700 feet with my right blinker on as car after car passed, and barely made the exit. I was surprised to feel tears going down my face as I curved around it, and couldn't stop thinking "Why don't you see me?"