I’ve always loved unicorns, so of course, by association, I’ve always loved narwhals.
I’ve also always been extremely sensitive. Chris and I went to see La La Land this past weekend, and I didn’t even make it through the previews before I was ugly-cry sobbing (A Dog’s Purpose is apparently to send me into heaving sobs in a public theater.).
That’s why this narwhal tale will come as no surprise to those who know me well; it will also serve to explain why my mom gifted me a narwhal hoodie for Christmas this year.
You see, for God knows what reason, I thought narwhals were extinct. I had read somewhere that during medieval times, narwhal tusks were frequently passed off as unicorn horns and were perceived to have magical powers. I guess I just thought that they were hunted to extinction then? I don’t know.
At any rate, one day late last winter, I was scrolling through Facebook when I came upon a video that a friend had shared from National Geographic. This video featured a pod of narwhals swimming around somewhere in the Arctic Circle.
“WHAT?!” I screamed.
Chris, who was probably off folding laundry somewhere because he is a saint, rushed to my side, clearly concerned as I started to cry.
Yep. I cried.
“Narwhals…are…alive?!” I blubbered.
“Well, yeah,” Chris responded, clearly perplexed.
“They’re not…they’re not…” By now I was inconsolable with my discovery.
“They’re not…extinct?” I whispered, as if some mystical power would hear me and snatch all the narwhals up out of the ocean and whisk them away.
At this point, I looked over to see my husband in hysterics, collapsing on the floor in a fit of laughter.
Chris hasn’t let me live this story down. He loves to tell people about the day I found out narwhals were “STILL *sob* ALIVE *triumphant sob*!!” God bless their gigantic, blubbery, magical souls.
So I figure I might as well own it. At least I know someone out there gets me.
What’s the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever cried about? Anyone else out there an overly sensitive soul?