Just for the record... Romance? Death? Heartache? Yeah sure, those make me cry. But nothing gets me going like the love between a child and their parents. Why? I'm not sure. I can only guess it's because I love mine so much. They're the only thing that will never fall through on me, and I can count on that.
13 Going On 30 - When she's downstairs in the closet and her parents come down and she throws her arms around her parents, I went from neutral to ridiculous tears in nothing flat.
Chorus Line - When San Marco (I think that's his name, I'm still watching it) talks about his parents not really approving of dancing drag, but they supported him anyway - his mother was crying and his father said to the director "Take care of my son.", that being the first time he ever called him son... tears, out of nowhere.
I think I cry, at minimum, twice a week. And yet, I'm cynical? I don't get it either.
[EDIT] Wanna know when I don't cry? When someone leaves. Like when Matt and Hillary left for New York. Nothin. I didn't cry until they came back to visit and I realized how much I missed them. Didn't cry when Dustin left, and I kinda thought maybe I loved him for a little while. He went back to San Fran and I've gone on my merry way; he gradually fades further every day. Now I hardly feel anything for him. I am a strange emotional creature.
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