bring on the waterworks.
good evening, america.
it has come to my attention that i. am a movie crier.
i know that i’m probably not alone in this, and i get that some movies are just really depressing and totally worth crying during, but for the past two years or so, i’ve developed some crazy hormonal disorder that compels me to tear up during movies that aren’t even really that sad. all it takes is one marginally unhappy moment, an intense argument, or the slightest indication of loneliness to get me going. here are some examples of movies that i’ve cried during recently, either in the theater or watching at home. judge for yourself:
- he’s just not that into you
- eat pray love
- the social network
- black swan
- blue valentine
- going the distance
- due date
- corrina, corrina
- sex and the city 2 (2!!)
- the devil wears prada
- l’amour fou
- and earlier tonight, bridesmaids
once i secretly came to terms with this crippling malady, i’d make sure to go alone to movies where i knew i’ll be especially weepy (see: eat pray love) and when i felt the waterworks coming on during a not-really-that-sad moment, i’d bust out one of the little tricks i developed for not making myself look like an over-emotional freakshow:
- burying my face in my scarf so it looks like i just got chilly.
- resting my temple on my closed fist, shielding my watery eye from the person i’m sitting next to.
- rubbing my nose furiously so it looks like an allergy attack is coming on.
i realize this makes me look stupid anyway, so i’ve decided to just let my crybaby freak flag fly and allow myself to be publicly moved by a movie, no matter how un-cryworthy the scene may be. i mean really, who cares? so maybe gigi getting rejected for the 437th timemakes my eyes water; do i really care what i look like or how it may come off to other people? i am a person! and most importantly, i am a girl. so if seeing another girl in a movie experiencing something i’ve experienced hits a nerve, so be it. there are worse things i could do in a movie theater, i imagine. i could be talking on my cell phone, kicking the back of someone’s chair, or farting profusely. thus, i am officially allowing myself to openly cry during movies that may not actually be that sad.
say it loud; i cry during movies and i’m proud.
(Source: flickr.com)
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onlyfootprints said:
i-diot.
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