Heather the Crybaby

I’m a big crybaby. Yesterday my mother sent me a photo taken when I was 13 or 14 years old. We were living in Columbus then and I was with my best friend at the time, Molly Carpenter. We were hugging each other and laughing. When I first saw the picture I smiled. Then, slowly, the smile eroded and I began to cry. I hate it when I cry over stupid stuff, and I cry over stupid stuff all the time.

I’m always crying during movies. I’ll bet I cry about once a month while watching a movie. The other day I watched the animated film Tangled. It’s the story, Rapunzel, which is an old fairy tale. I watched the movie alone because I knew I was going to cry, and sure enough, I did. What a crybaby.

Two years ago I saw a squirrel get hit by a car on a quiet side street. I was driving the opposite direction and saw the squirrel run out in front of the other car. I pulled over to the curb and walked back to the squirrel. I wanted to see if he was okay, or hurt, or dead. He did not look like he was injured too badly, but his breathing was very labored. A few second later the breathing stopped entirely. For a moment I just stood there and looked down at him, and then I started to cry.  

I don’t think I‘m overly sensitive. I think the problem is; I simply cry too easily. I don’t know what I can do about it. I suppose it’s better to be a person who cries too easily when compared to someone who is hardhearted and is incapable of crying. I feel sorry for people like that. My god, I don’t want to feel too sorry for them, I might start crying. Oh the irony. :)