I don’t know if it’s hormonal (I didn’t think I had any of them left) or what, but in the past year, I’ve gone back to crying over just about everything. This is “good” crying, as opposed to “wanting to slit my wrists” crying. By good crying, I mean that it feels healthy and cleansing and normal–for me, anyway.
When I was younger, I cried easily. Yes, those Hallmark commercials got me every time. I remember going to a drive-in when I was about 18. My date and I arrived during the last five minutes of Midnight Cowboy, and I was absolutely inconsolable, without having a clue what the first 108 minutes had been about. (I don’t think that guy ever asked me out again). But then, for some unknown reason, I stopped crying. Not completely. Real life losses could certainly reduce me to tears, but I definitely was not the crybaby of my earlier years.
Now I’m back at it, and I’m glad. It feels, as I mentioned, cleansing. Here are a few of the things that have made me cry in the last year: a documentary on John Lennon, certain movies (The Namesake, Into the Wild, Atonement, Waitress, a few episodes of The Wire), a documentary on Martin Luther King, the anniversary of Bobby Kennedy’s death, the new NASA documentary, listening to my brother sing a song he wrote at my niece’s wedding, holding my new granddaughter for the first time and on and on. I’m also getting weepy as I write my work-in-progress (remember the sobfest??), which I view as a very good thing. If I weep, chances are fairly good my readers will be touched as well. During my “dry” period, however, I didn’t cry at all as I wrote, yet readers still reported their own tears, so perhaps my weep-o-meter is not terribly predictive.
Here’s what made me cry today. This is happy crying, so don’t be afraid. You may have already seen this video, because it’s made the rounds in the last week, but I saw it for the first time today and have to share. It’s a true story; I checked it out. The reunion is from the early 70’s. Make sure your sound is on, and let me know how it rates on your own personal weep-o-meter!