TMI Tuesday – Cry Me a River
Here’s something I’m curious about.
What makes you cry?
Tears are important in both of my books thus far. I’m not sure how that happened – I didn’t exactly set out for it to be a theme. Lucy almost never cries and Sophia bursts into tears at the drop of a hat, so they’re quite different at least. Crying is cathartic, it’s raw, it’s intimate. It can be a sign of vulnerability or a sign of trust. It fascinates me, so I write about it.
Maybe it’s because the weirdest things make me cry. Although I was devastated, I barely shed a tear when I had to put my poor, very sick kitty to sleep (not recently – no condolences necessary). But then I’ll burst into tears at the doctor’s office for no apparent reason. Perhaps India can explain this to me. For some reason, talking about the inner workings of my body to a stranger – even the most benign, unemotional stuff – always makes me tear up.
The one time I tried to give blood in a college blood drive – after like, 50 personal questions about everything from my travel habits to my sex partners, then two student phlebotomists and finally their supervisor poking about in both of my arms to find a good vein, then lying there for twenty minutes squeezing the ball while I sobbed uncontrollably, only to be told my veins were ‘bad’ and they hadn’t collected enough blood and I’d failed – FAILED – in my mission to save a life, and they gave me a brownie and a sticker that said “I Tried to Give Blood.” Oh, God. That day I was a wreck. I cried more in those two hours than I’ve ever cried in my life – all in the middle of a crowded cafeteria, too.
So what turns on the waterworks for you? Books? Movies? Weddings? Sex? Something really quirky, like me?
Oh, and how do you feel when heroes cry? Good, Bad, Ambivalent?