One thing about me is that I’m a crier. It’s - scientifically proven - to be a condition that is passed down genetically. My dad bawled during the movie Up… I never stood a chance.
I honestly don’t cry too too often during ‘real life’ events. What gets me more is books, movies, tv shows, inspirational clips of people winning marathons, compilations of babies with puppies, you know, things like that.
I had to go into the office for the morning today (the horror) and the train was calm enough on the way back home that I was able to grab a seat and get some pages in. But by the time I’d gotten to my stop, I was not at all at a breaking point in my book. My kindle was telling me that I had about 10% left, so I rushed home to try to finish during the rest of my lunch hour.
About five minutes after sitting down at home, the waterworks began. And they did not stop until I had completed the book (and immediately purchased the sequel).
I do not take my good fortune today for granted, especially having been caught in public positions before where the cry-scenes did not occur on the safety of my couch, but instead next to strangers on an airplane. Or waiting at the doctor’s office. Or sitting in the school’s dining hall. If I’d been just 3% further along in this book, I could have added ‘Chicago train’ to my list.