Thursday, February 11, 2010

I could cry you a river, honest!

I don’t know what it is, if it’s the time of year – which reminds me I should turn on my sun light – or if it’s a lack of hormones, menopause, whatever, but man, I feel like a cry baby.

I’ve always been the type to cry at movies. A dog dies, I cry. I’ve seen the movie before, I know how it ends, and yet, I cry. Just last weekend while having dinner with friends, at a restaurant, I got all teary when I was telling my friend about the scene in “The Abyss” where the girl drowns. Ridiculous, I tell you! As a kid, my dad used to bug me while we watched movies together, going “sniff-sniff” at cry moments. Later on I realised that he was bugging me so that he wouldn’t cry – he was a softy despite his rough … uh… I should just say he was rough/tough.

Last night, Hubby and I watched “Mona Lisa Smile” with Julia Roberts. I think it’s the female version of “Dead Poets Society”. At some point, Hubby looked at me, with a smile on his face offering to get me a tissue. He knows me, and knew I would cry, and I did. The ending touched me. I’m a “whippet” remember? (Don’t know what I’m talking about? Read this).

At times, it sucks to be so girly. I cry when I’m happy and when I’m sad. I must say though, I haven’t cried (knock on wood) for being really sad in a long while. These tears during movies and such don’t count as me being sad. At least I don’t think so. They just happen – it’s like an overflow or something… Maybe I should seek a plumber to have my tear ducks checked or something? I don’t cry pretty either. I get all puffy and blotchy, argh. BUT, I have waterproof mascara! I know that much, at least. I don’t look like a raccoon. A mess yes, but nothing like the last Joker (Heath’s final performance)… I know it’s no big deal, and yet at times it bothers me to cry so easily. I can’t help it. I’ve tried different techniques, when the tears come it’s almost like a tsunami, it hits: bang!

Thinking about this, I’m realising it may not be hormonal since I was like that at a very young age… or my system has been out of whack for longer than I thought?! Hmmm. It’s no big deal, I know, I just wish I could control it a little better, that’s all. Ok I’m done – thank you for your attention - I guess I am a cry baby...

5 comments:

Meg said...

I so know the feeling. Lately I've been crying over commercials! Commercials! And there's absolutely nothing happy or sad about Mr. Clean.

Green-Eyed Momster said...

My sister called one day and the movie Flicka was on. I was crying so bad that it took me a while to compose myself.

My boss was telling me about how she drove by her nephew's school and she saw him sitting alone on a bench because his best friend just moved away and I almost cried.

I cry all the time.


I hope you have a lovely weekend.

Hugs!!

W.V.=hydrets

Charlie said...

I think two words describe your "condition": sensitive and caring. The plight of people and animals, even fictional ones, cause you to cry because you care about them.

Regarding the Little Bird comment on my blog: I meant The Little Sparrow, Edith Piaf, and whether you liked her.

Stinkypaw said...

Meg: No really, I guess I should rejoice in knowing there is worst than me when it comes to crying... Thank yoU!

GEM: I knew "that" about you! I guess we're just sensitive souls... :-)

Charlie: You're too kind, dear sir. I do care more about animals than people at times - less disapointing...

I enjoyed some of Piaf's work, "La Foule" is my favorite... She was one of a kind. Didn't know her nickname at all.

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