100 Things I've Always Wanted To Say But Never Did And Now Maybe Should Since The World Might Be Ending -->
Thing 81:
File this under confessions ... but I still cry a lot at television. No amount of bald headed tattooed swagger can hide the fact that I can get sucked into a scene and tear up at so many moments. And it can even be a commercial. Like that cartoon iron who wasn't going to be used any more because of the special fabric softener that made your clothes less wrinkly ... and the sad face he made as he burst into tears. Still gets me choked up as I type. Maybe it belies a bleeding heart softie that's under my exterior, but if the world ends in 81 days as the Mayans promised, I will at least go into that dark night knowing that I'm man enough to let my tears flow (for fictional strangers in artificial situations, of course -- I have to be strong in the real world, mostly ...) And if you happen to be on the other end of the couch and catch me misting up, just know I'm going to blame it on my contacts (even if I'm wearing glasses) ...
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