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I cry pretty easily. And yes, it's usually big-fat-ugly-cry. (my preferred term) I hate to cry, particularly if it it's because someone has hurt me. That makes me feel weak. I hate feeling weak. I try not to cry in front of people, if I can help it.
But sometimes a good cry over a sad movie can be cathartic, and get out negative emotions. There are key moments in certain movies that I ALWAYS cry at--like "In A League of Their Own" when the African-American woman picks up the foul ball and hurls it in with amazing speed, and gives that nod to the player. I've seen that movie dozens of times, and I still cry at that part.
Sometimes I cry for a multitude of reasons--the day I graduated law school, I cried like a little bitch right there on stage. I cried for my classmate who had died over spring break--his was the last name they announced, which was actually where he fell in the alphabet. I cried at the look of pride on a beloved professor's face, who looked upon our class with great pride. I cried at my own accomplishment, and the fulfillment of a long-held dream. And then, I cried because my parents were unable to make it to my graduation. (they missed it by like 30 minutes, because they were hurrying back from seeing my brother graduate college in St. Louis) None of these emotions were that strong on their own, but added together they made a big fat mess.
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"With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful. Strive to be happy."
-Desiderata
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