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.
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This reminds me of the segment on Ellen where Kristen Bell says if she’s between 3-7 on the emotional scale, she’s good. But if she’s not between 3-7 on the emotional scale, she’s crying. It’s cute and real and I get it. And the auto tune is awesome. 🙂
Years are cathartic and cleansing. I used to be a crier- At RTV- But weddings , funerals- No. I cry in church when what is being said cuts moves my heart. Then there was when I couldn’t cry. I had bottled up too much and stuffed it. It was a year before I finally cried to my first counselor. Then there was a couple years ago when I literally couldn’t cry even when I wanted too. There were no tears. My eyes were too dry and there were no tears. It was extremely frustrating. A trip to the eye Doctor and some medication fixed that.
I struggle to cry. I’ve bottled it up too many times, so tears are hard to come by for me, even when I need to. In general, I wish tears came more easily for me. That said, when I’m truly exhausted, the tears will come. I remember barely missing a flight home, after working several overnight/very long shifts during pre-launch testing of our experiment. I just sat at the gate and sobbed. The poor gate agent tried to help, but there wasn’t much she could do. I’d missed the last flight that day so I was stuck. You are welcome to cry anytime you need to when we are together!
I’m such a crier that it’s ridiculous! And now I’m just going to put a shameless plug for “Crying at the Wawa” by Chris Gethard and Mal Blum. It’s basically one of my most favorite songs ever because it’s all about owning those feelings. And it’s so charming and fun and funny and paradoxically joyful and ugh it’s so great.
“It’s just me/I’ve got a tender heart/I come together and I fall apart”
“Cry at home, cry at school, crying’s not just okay, crying’s cool!”
“Be happy, be sad, just don’t be ambivalent!”
And in the end when you have his friends come up and dance while they’re singing “I don’t know why I’m sad,” is just so perfect.