It’s true. There’s honestly not much I can do about it. I’m as emotionally stable as Richard Simmons and that’s a fact I have to face every day of my life.
I cry watching the news, particularly 60 Minutes.
I cry if I see anyone in my family cry.
I cried when my instructor told me I failed my driving test. Then she gave my my license anyway because it was my birthday…and I was crying.
I cry within 60 seconds of watching Rudy, regardless of where you start the movie.
I cried when I got dumped in high school. My friends asked if I was sad and I said “no, I just thought this is what I was supposed to do.”
I cry at every episode of Parenthood. I want to be a Braverman.
I cry anytime I listen to Mike and the Mechanics’ “The Living Years”.
I cried when I got pulled over for speeding and the officer wrote the ticket for 62 in a 50 instead of 75. Whoops.
I cry at anything Team Hoyt related.
I cry at weddings. In fact, there was an over/under on whether I’d cry at my brother’s wedding.