When I was a child, I cried easily and I blushed easily.
The crying I was able to control, but never the blushing.
As a young man, as a mature man, as a middle aged man I was pretty good at controlling the crying.
I am now an old man and I am right back to where I was when I was a child.
Show me an ad with a polar bear hugging a human and I weep;
Show me the diminutive president of Mexico excitedly yelling Viva Mexico on the independence day, and I burst into tears.
Strangely enough, it takes a bit more to make me blush these days. I still do, but not as easily as before.
I am not sure what this means, but since I spend a lot of time in the company of the rabble of mutts I share my house with, and since they don't give a hoot whether I blush or cry, the question is kind of rhetorical.
I cry and I blush and I am going to live with it.
So there.