I cry. Big sobbing sap.
I just had to wipe my eyes. I’m watching the wonderful interview/food show A Taste of My Life. It’s a show with Nigel Slater (who I adore). He interviews celebrities and talks about their life in relation to food and he cooks the food that comes out of those conversations. (Which is an inspired idea.) They often film little bits of family and friends for the guest and I got teary at the Natasha Richardson section. Why?
I’m a big shill.
If something is a little funny, I with laugh. If something is a little sentimental or sad, I will sob. Sleepless in Seattle I will cry at. I’m cursing myself the entire time that I am letting my buttons be pushed, but I will cry anyway. If something is sad and it isn’t shit, I’m an even bigger mess. I dare you to not cry at the end of Places in the Heart, which may have one of the most perfect endings ever. (Wonderful film if you don’t know it.)
I also cry when I am really, really angry which pisses me off because it is so fucking girly and makes me feel like I look weak, which makes me cry even more.
I also cry (well not cry, my eyes water) when I find something really funny which can be embarrassing when people think something has upset you and you’re actually fine.
So if you see me crying, I could be really upset or I just saw a sappy commercial or I am livid or I’m laughing at something.
