I am distraught.

I am sitting here, writing this, with tear-stained cheeks, sniffing back further tears, and wiping my eyes on my skirt.

What happened?

Is someone dead? Have I broken up with my significant other? Have I chipped my nail polish? Whatever could be the matter?

I’ll tell you what happened. Movies. Heart-wrenching movies. First on the bill, was Beaches. This is the story of two very different girls, who become friends at age 11, and continue this friendship through letters until they are older. They have ups and downs. But they’re always there for each other. It’s lovely. And lovely things make me cry.

Inspired by my crying, my mother suggested we watch, My Dog Skip, which I sob through, without fail. So, of course, I followed through and true to my type-casting, blubbered something hardcore.

It just seems a little bit unfair that I am that much of a wimp. I mean, I’m terrified of scary movies,  the guns and violence in action movies make me jump, and I cry uncontrollably at all others! I would say, “Pass me some Disney,” but even that makes me emotional!

Please, someone tell me that I am a teensy bit more cute, than pathetic.  Even if you’re lying.