More crying

One lovely night in college, Tuschka and I were the only ones around on a Saturday night. (the joys of going to a small school, everyone flees on the weekends to go home or work or whatever, and there’s just a skeleton crew of students left behind) We decided to have a “sad movie sleep over”. Tuschka and I both had the urge to cry…needed some kind of emotional release, and there’s no better way to do it then getting some sad movies. We went to Blockbuster and scanned the drama section for some winners, not wanting the old standbys…something new to add to the repertoire…. Love Story with Ryan O’Neal and Ali MacGraw (which neither of us saw, but heard it was a killer) and My Life with Michael Keaton and Nicole Kidman (I knew what I was getting myself into, but Tuschka did not) were the lucky picks.

Let the games begin.

We start with Love Story… I remember watching it and thinking “good lord this is a bad movie” and the action was nothing to write home about. Poorly done and over dramatic. (and I know bad movies- I love Grease 2!) Breathy lines of “love means never having to say you’re sorry…” and I’m thinking this movie’s never going to end. FINALLY Ali MacGraw’s character is going to die…and I don’t know if I’m going to cry from boredom or out of true sadness… I welled up and cried a little bit. Tuschka and I both agreed that Love Story was not so great on the “sad movie front”. We shed a few tears.

Next up to bat, My Life. Like I said, I’ve seem My Life and it was sad, I cried the first time I saw it, after that it wasn’t so bothered by it…I thought it would be a good pick nonetheless.

My Life did not disappoint. Tuschka and I were HYSTERICAL. We were sniffling and sniveling so loudly we weren't able to hear the movie any more…

Me: Tuschka, (sniff, sniff) I can’t hear the TV, (snivel, snivel) can you turn it (blowing nose) up??
Tuschka: (sniff, snivel) It’s on max volume I can’t hear either… (snivel, sniff, sniff, snivel)
Me: (gasping for air) O-o-okay…

Few minutes pass

Me: Tuschka, (blubber, blubber) can you turn off the fan by you, maybe that will help…
--fan turns off--

Few moment’s later…

Tuschka: (blowing nose, sniff, sniff) I can’t take this…..
--she hops of her top bunk, and stands in front of the TV…I follow her--
Tuschka: this is much better I can finally hear…

We stand there for what seems like the last half of the movie crying, and crying, and crying some more. It was so brutal, but so good at the same time. We compose ourselves before turning on the light…and what a sight we were. All red, splotchy, puffy…

When we talk about Sad Movie Night- we consider Love Story a slight knick in the wrists with just a little blood…but My Life is a full on gash and the blood is gushing out…that is if you were comparing the movies to a suicide attempt.

I don’t know if I’ve seen My Life since…maybe snippets, but not from start to finish. I really don’t know what it will do to me again, and I don’t want to trigger any melt downs.

Never underestimate the power of a good cry. It can be sooo good.

Peace out-

L