Mom and I loved to cry at movies. When I was little we’d run all the boys out of the room and tune in to the Hallmark Hall of Fame…or maybe it happened in the opposite order. Anyway, we’d sit next to each other on the couch, holding a corner of a dishtowel, ready to wipe away our tears.
I recently discovered that not everyone likes to cry at movies. What’s up with that? This week I saw Incredibly Loud and Extremely Close and cried so hard I had to bite on my knuckles to keep from sobbing too loud. I walked out of the theatre with mascara streaming down my cheeks and a smile on my face.
You should give it a try. It’s great therapy. So go ahead, be a cry baby.