I like to think I don't cry often. I don't like when people see me cry, but if I need to, I'll cry in front of people. I don't think it is a fitting image of me. I just don't cry often.
sometimes I wish I was like my dad. He hasn't cried since he was twelve.
I've never seen my father cry.
my mother, his wife, has never seen him cry.
that just drives me crazy. because I think the lady at the wendy's drive thru has seen me cry.
other times, it feels nice to cry. when it's not because I'm utterly upset.
it's nice to cry of joy. the last time I cried,
it was last sunday. when my grandparents were being set apart for their mission.
I was bawling. and when I was hugging my grandmother goodbye, (for the first time out of four)
I told her I was crying because I want to serve a mission. and she said with that grandmotherly smile,
"You will, honey. Even if some boy sweeps you off your feet before you do, you can go with him later, like I did." and the tears came rolling down.
what makes me cry. is normally movies and shows. I quote Mr. Shelley,
"...When I am in the theatre I unashamedly weep. Tears are great facial moisturizer."
a few movies that I almost always 'unashamedly weep' during include :
|and yes. toy story three.|
and of course, the production that chokes me up that I adore so ;
so, I would not find it an astonishing accomplishment if you find tears on my face or hear my sob,
but it is a small accomplishment, none the less.
these are the things that make me cry.