I have a confession: I cry at movies. I cried buckets during The Dark Knight and Benjamin Button. I obliterated the tissue box during My Dog Skip. I even cried while watching last night’s Momma’s Boys finale on NBC.
But, the last time I cried in real life? Can’t remember…
So why is it that Biggest Loser promos will make me tear up, while heartwarming wedding toasts will leave my cheeks dry?
Maybe my life just isn’t all that eventful. I’m not aging backwards or being hunted by a psychopathic joker. I didn’t pose for Penthouse and remorsefully reveal it on national television. Maybe my life is just mundane compared to the melodrama happening on the screen.
Or maybe it’s because I feel more sorry for others than I do myself. If I were getting chewed out for being massively obese, I’d probably respond with a stoic, “bite me” attitude. However, when I’m watching others get called out, I’m in shambles. Tissues can’t contain the waterworks. It’s a mess.
My friends affectionately call me “icebox” for my inability to show a lot of emotion in everyday life… However, I think the true test of our empathy comes from our gut reactions to the travails of others. The drama of movies and trashy reality shows brings out the crybaby in all of us. Well… at least it does in me. So if I don’t shed tears of joy at your wedding, please don’t hold it against me. Just remember that the next time I cry during Jon and Kate Plus 8, some of those tears will be for you.