Pass the Effing Tissue.
Let me say this first, I hate whiners and thin skinned weak asses, and I certainly have enough bitch exterior to ward off most people if I want. However, I have a particular problem, I cry at movies….A LOT.
I recently made the mistake of watching ALL of Titanic again (not just up until they do it in the car, which is usually where I turn it off), and I was a sobbing mess.
I also, apparently, cannot watch “kid movies” as I cry a pretty decent amount then, too, including the Parent Trap (with L-Lo), any of the Anne of Green Gables series or any version of Little Women...and there are many others.
I particularly hate crying in the theater. The worst of it was at Beauty and the Beast (1991), Armageddon (1998) and The House of Sand and Fog (2003). On all three occasions, I had to hold my breath so I wouldn’t start audibly sobbing in the theater.
I also refuse to watch war movies or movies where "normal" people tell me how much they cried, for example, The Notebook.
And, of course, my mother is the exact same way. While I would like to think it’s my superhuman ability to empathize, it might also just be that we are just cry babies. It pisses me off. I cried while watching the music video “Just the Two of Us” or whatever by Will Smith for chrissake and don’t even get me started on the traditional “chick flicks” like Steel Magnolias, Dying Young or Beaches. Fucking embarrassing.
I remember the first time I cried while watching TV, too. It was such a weird experience. It was during an episode of Highway to Heaven and Michael Landon’s character helped some old guy go to those pearly gates. I remember that man’s old face as he walked down the smoky, but well lit stretch of road. It really got me. I remember my dad being kind of surprised because I was pretty young at the time maybe 4 or 5 and he explained that it was just TV. I told him how I felt and he laughed and said I was going to be just like my mother.
He got that right.