Nope. Didn't cry.
Alright, fine, some of them did make me a wee bit sad. Mainly the dog ones. But I did not feel any catharsis, in the sense that don't I feel any better now than I did five minutes ago.
I don't cry in movies, songs, etc., so, for the sake of this blog post, I will talk about my sister.
Now, my sister will tell you that she has eyes of steel; not a single tear slips out during a movie.
Yeaahhh right.
My sister and I were watching Me Before You in the movie theaters, an undeniably tragic story. Right about the time the sad music started playing and the dude started saying goodbye to his family/girl he loved, I did start feeling disappointment. I mean, is it too much to ask that the heartthrob doesn't kill himself? It was a somber moment.
Until I looked over at my sister and saw her shrinking into her chair with shimmering eyes and sniffles. Just like that, the bubble of sadness burst, and I spent the last bit of the movie contemplating the emotional effect that it had on my sister and analyzing its potent effects.
She spent the rest of the movie in poorly-concealed tears (although she will deny it), but on the way home, it was all she talked about. She truly seemed to feel better after expelling her surplus of emotions, and I felt better after getting in a good laugh with (at) her.
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