I am not a teary girl.
I am not easily moved, I see logic where others see injustice, and I do not shed tears where other girls’ faces are grim from their crying. Let’s just put it simple: people would be shocked to see my eyes moist. My body just doesn’t respond to sad situations the way other people’s bodies do. I just get a big lump in my throat, my torso suddenly gets heavy, and my being feels like a vast void filled with emptyness. I am sad, devastated, stricken and all other synonyms for being miserable because of witnessing something sad you’re supposed to be crying for. But rarely ever does my body produce any tears. The few miraculous times it has happened, I was only able to present a few measly drops. Maybe one. Or two. I’m not quite sure.
You see how strange my body is?
I always believed it was because I was so ‘tough’ you know, I’m not exactly known for being sensitive. But after automatically opening my dwell of tears time after time whenever watching a certain tv-show, the realization hit me. I cry tears of happiness.
Happiness can make me cry. Happiness can send me down the road of moisty eyes. Happiness is the key to my dwell of tears. And Extreme Makeover: Home Edition never fails to leave me crying when the family gets home and you see how radiating happy they are. “They deserve it so much,” I always think. For the families are those who have gone through horrified times, families who know no limit to their strength and kindness for the sake of other less fortunate, and families who have fallen into such misery I cannot imagine how hurtful it must be. And yet they stand without a proper home. And when I see their brilliant faces as they realize their dreams have come true, I cannot help but crying for the sake of being happy. For others. I love happy people.
I can’t imagine any better cause to cry for. Joy and happiness is the essence of life. Treasure it.
Oh, and I cry angry tears too if people are unfortunate enough to actually manage to anger me to such an extent, but that’s not the point today.
Tell me, what makes you cry?
Listening: Hayden Panettiere – My Hero Is You
Reading: Brisingr by Christopher Paolini (Am. fantasy)
Watching: Merlin (2008) ep. 4