Why so sentimental

What is my dealio lately? I am reverting to my old ways. I am feeling more introverted, and also more sentimental. Music has not made me cry in probably a year, and lately it is starting to get to me again. I think I like that, although it does wreak havoc on the mascara. In high school, I would go into my room and put on a cd for the primary purpose of getting the tears out. It hasn't gotten to that extreme (oh estrogen! oh adolescence!), but it's nice to reacquaint myself with my old cathartic friend.
I have been frequently listening to the original cast recording of Wicked in the car, and yes, it has caused me to squeeze out a tear or two. I started listening to it to prepare for seeing the show, but we missed it because poor wheezy came down with bronchitis the day before. Side note to all readers: always, always buy ticket insurance for such things! I almost didn't. Thank God my husband has helped me become more pessimistic/realistic. So, we're still waiting to see the show. At first I didn't like the soundtrack because I didn't know how the story pieced together, and I was like, okay, there's some dude who's baaing like a sheep, and a lady who sometimes sings like a kid and sometimes like an opera singer, and lots of tinkly sounds. However, I am thoroughly enjoying it now because I sort-of get the story, and although Broadway music can be cheesy and over the top, there is something about repeated listening that makes me love it. Some would say that's because I am brainwashing myself. Maybe, but I think the real reason I like it is because it's emotionally straightforward. I'm mad, so I'll sing about it! I have dreams, so I'll sing about them! You bug the crap outta me, so I'll sing about that! If only life could be that peppy and unambiguous.
I have also been loving the new Coldplay. I am still waiting to get sick of it. There are so many fun sounds on it that crawl into my mind and curl up like some type of adorable animal and make me feel all snuggly. Good job, British dudes.