I don’t know why I do it to myself. I just can’t help it. For some reason, I enjoy (?) watching the same movies over and over again even though I know they are going to make me cry. And, I don’t just mean a few tears. I mean, I cry. Hard. My body shakes. My chin quivers. I leak so much liquid from my face that my sleeves alone aren’t enough to handle the mess. Even after I’m finished sobbing and I’m calm, the tears still sneak out of my eyes. Slowly sliding down the sides of my face.
I even get mad if something happens to prevent me from crying during a movie. For example, if Andrew stares at me and smiles when he knows I’m about to cry – ah! I end up having to tell him to stop looking at me and then all that built up emotion is ruined and I can’t cry anymore! I really wanted to cry dammit!
What is all that about?!
One of the worst (best?) movies that has the power of me is The Green Mile. It’s been on a lot lately and we’ve watched it a lot. It gets me every time. I lose it. One of the times I was actually ironing something – so there I was – standing, bawling, iron in my hand, frozen, hysterical. Even the Disney cartoon Mulan does it to me. The kids will be watching it and I’ll be cooking or cleaning through the majority it and then, I pay attention to it for a few minutes. That’s all it takes.
I guess, maybe it’s not so much that I enjoy watching sad movies. I think I’m just an emotional person who enjoys movies. Whether sad or funny or a thriller or a sci-fi flick, I am addicted. Especially to the ones that are powerful, beautiful, touching, hilarious, surprising, real and an overall amazing piece of entertainment. For me though, there’s a lot of those. They bring tears to my eyes just thinking about them…
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