Teardrops on My Guitar

I don't mean the Tay Tay song either.  Even though most people know how much I love her.  I just mean things that make me cry.  I used to cry about everything.  I could cry on cue, to get the big sis in trouble.  I could cry over getting punished.  But the first time a movie made me cry was the first time I saw Titanic in fourth grade.  Maybe it was Leo's sheer beauty, or the frozen bodies in the water, or the fact that one half of the star-crossed duo died (everyone knows the ending anyway, don't whine).  I guess it was all of it, because 9-year old Sandy stayed in the seat after the movie and sobbed.  Next up was My Girl, because really who can't cry during that?  Come on, when he goes back to get the mood ring, and then the bees, and the funeral home, it's the most depressing.  

But nothing compares to the ultimate tearjerker.  Starring the famazing Bette Midler and the unknown in anything else to me, Barbara Hershey, is the sob-inducing masterpiece, Beaches.  I can barely even think about that movie without breaking down.  Who can resist, when Bette sings Wind Beneath My Wings, with the daughter watching from the sidelines?  If you can, don't tell me, because I will deem you heartless and write you off.

I will not deem you heartless if you write off the first ever book that made me cry, A Walk to Remember.  I agree with your mocking.  Because Nicholas Sparks is terrible. But dying teenagers is sad.  Right?

Ever since, everything will make me cry.  I have to skip season finales of TV shows, and don't even get me started on the Ross/Rachel breakup episode of season 3 (they continue to break up every season following, but they don't do it).  

Now you know.  My pathetic secret.  Movies, TV episodes, books, "Let it Be", it all reduces me to the status of a post-partum mother.  Fortunately, TV commercials haven't done it yet.  Maybe the whole my brother ditched me for pot commercials, but THAT'S IT.

Love you Taylor Swift!