steve jobs

so over the last several weeks i have come across articles online about steve jobs, the creator of apple, ipods, pads, phones, among many other things too. i have read these articles and enjoyed them. how knew that being attracted to calligraphy in college would change the way i very these typed words right now. and that is all good and fine. i respect the guy. i didn't know much about he until he had died and the articles have flown freely.

now here is my point.

i start sobbing. sobbing. heaving. out of no where, crying, shedding tears. this, coming from a person who doesn't react to much. i take it all in and breath it all out again, day in and day out and that is fine. my boss is a jerk and that is fine. i don't always get out of people what i want and that is fine. blah, blah, blah, i get thru the day relatively untouched on average. and maybe i am over simplifying it all but really, steve jobs is just another name of another untouchable person that i will never have known but am strangely affected by his story.

i sob. and am oddly interested in how and why, it doesn't make sense.

infinitely interesting.