Over the last few years my status of “the girl who cries at commercials and movie trailers” has changed to “the girl who cries at everything.” I mean – EVERYTHING. Part of me doesn’t care too much because it honestly feels very cathartic as someone who is constantly overflowing with emotions anyway. But other days I find myself thinking, Okay, maybe this is becoming a problem.
I cried at Wal-Mart last week talking on the phone to my brother. I DO NOT WANT TO BE THAT CRYING GIRL AT WAL-MART.
I cried when I saw the video of JK Rowling meeting the Broadway cast of Harry Potter and the Cursed Child.
I cried when I saw this beautiful photo Eliah took of a doggie giving a little girl kisses.
I cried when I said goodbye to an old friend I went walking with last week. I stopped myself at sending her a long text telling her how much I needed that time with her, because I want her to keep walking with me in the next 6 months and I don’t want to send off any THIS GIRL COMES WITH BAGGAGE alarms.
I cried when I realized I was out of coffee yesterday.
I cried when I watched a character die on a show I don’t even like.
Yesterday, on the ride into Knoxville I was listening to episodes of Harry Potter and the Sacred Text and I cried at the end of EVERY SINGLE EPISODE when they did their blessings. ALL OF THEM. It was like, 5 episodes and EVERY TIME I cried during the blessings.
So, yeah. Maybe it’s exhaustion. Maybe it’s a wonderful new weepy phase in my life. Either way, if you know me the chances are REALLY good I’m going to tear up for some reason when we’re together.