Friday, July 08, 2005

i'm a big cry baby!!!

you know, sometimes its exhausting being such a marshmallow. . I can get myself so wrung out just watching a movie or reading a story, or listening to somebody talk, hearing a touching song. . .. I don't know why it is. .but i get so 'into' that emotion that's kinda crackling in the air, visible on faces, heard in in the voices - i think its almost like i breathe it in, or swallow it somehow and it goes straight to my heart and gives me a lump in my throat and the inevitable tears begin. I guess I just hafta be who i am, which is a great big cry baby!! Why fight how i'm 'wired'?? Right?! heh heh. . Rob just shakes his head. . he gets me kleenex and pats me on the head, chuckles indulgently and says "You're such a softy."

We just watched Dear Frankie . . . a brilliant little Scottish film about 2 moms and their 9 year-old deaf son/grandson. They've moved a lot, mom is always trying to protect Frankie and herself from her abusive husband. Nana is trying to protect her daughter and her grandson. Mom, rather than break her son's heart by telling him that his dad was horrible and violent, she concocts this fantastic story of a petty officer dad sailing 'round the world, sending letters and rare stamps to his son. Frankie corresponds with his "Dad" That's all i'm gonna mention, cuz i don't want to give things away . You can find this gem of a movie at Blockbuster. Its definitely, definitely a 2 thumbs up, exquisitely made film.

So, we watched Dear Frankie and i'm bawling. . Rob's bringing me kleenex. I don't know about anyone else, but sometimes when i'm watching a movie, watching 'World Vision' commericals, or the Toronto Humane Society commericals, or Extreme Home Makeover on tv. . i'm doing what i do best, thinking to myself "I cannot stand this for another minute, its too much emotion to hold in." Its almost to the point that i want to not watch anymore so that i can have a breather!! But i blubber through and usually it lets up a bit so that i can bear it! If i was alone i would probably cry even more, but even though Rob's my best friend in the world, i still can't let go, cuz i feel silly being THAT much of a wuss! If i was by myself watching the sadness i would burst into sobs!! wah wah wah. . . i cry more than my little grandkids!!

anyway, i must get some shut eye. . . so, watch Dear Frankie!! and don't forget the kleenex! you can think of me when you start your own waterworks!

9 comments:

supersimbo said...

yep kinda got a bit emotional last night hearing about rachel scott (columbine shooting)
her dad was so amazing and the whole thing was just so moving.........i wouldnt say i bawled but a tear rolled down my cheek!

Kathryn said...

wow. . i bet that was a powerful message, eh?

supersimbo said...

yea and to stop me getting emotional i'l change the subject and say that he is best mates with Chuck Norris..........whoa that is so cool!!
seriously it was a great evening

Lindsay said...

Those humane society commercials are a killer! Things like that do sadden me, but I only cry when I get really, really mad! Kind of weird, but I guess I'm wired differently than most people!

supersimbo said...

that is such a "rob bell" comment.......he always talks about how we are wired!
check him out
http://www.mhbcmi.org/listen/index.php

Kathryn said...

thanx for the link! i'll check it out

Jenn Finucan said...

I'm like that too..a big softie! I'm also like Linds...when I'm really mad I start crying, which pisses me off as I'm mad not sad!! I also can't stand to see people cry and blubber away...I start to well up too and it makes me so uncomfortable to witness someone looking so exposed. Sometimes I wish I was a little more "stiff in the lip" LOL

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Kathryn said...

the 'big softie' stuff. . obviously that must come from our 'paternal' side of the 'parental unit'! sure ain't the other!!!

wow, I didn't know you were like Linds that way. . when i'm mad i don't think i could cry if i wanted to. .

i wish too that i wasn't such a puddle of goo. . .