My only problem with crying in the movies was the time I saw the first LotR movie with a friend, and it was her first time seeing it, but my second, and I started sniffling WAY too early.

No one cares, plus you can wipe your eyes while the credits are rolling and look pretty smooth by the time the lights come back up.

My movie "crying," sure. If I were actually crying, no way I'd look OK by the time the lights come back up. I look a MESS with real crying.

yay heard fro the last of my relatives - everyone is safe

Unless you are like me, and you become blotchy face girl.

What's embarassing about crying in a dark room where no one is loking at you because they all paid money to look at what's on the giant lighted screen?

It's just a thing. There's no accounting, sometimes. Plus, I totally check out my movie-going companions to see who else caved.

Oh shit. I'll wait for dvd. I HATE crying in public.

Yeah, but if the whole theatre is filled with sobbing people, they're not going to notice one little you!

I get a really red nose and eyes from crying, but you guys presuppose WAY more interest in you from strangers than I ever run into.

ETA__I'm not counting friends, who will rag on a person for crying or not crying or looking too intently at every move Colin Firth makes...not that that's ever happened to me.

I don't like the taste of salt and it grieves me that salt is no longer nutritionally evil, because then I could be superior for a brief moment. But the ONLY thing that salt has improved for me (simply by being salty; I'm positive salt improves taste undercover) is watermelon. Salt on watermelon is great.

Yeah, and chocolate covered pretzels and peanut M&Ms are great. Plus cheese and apple pie.

Okay, watching Prison Break. I know I'm supposed to get over the completely inconceivable nature of the premise, but I can't. And I know I should let go how implausible it all is and enjoy the shirtless men. But honestly, the last time people told me to get over the implausible premise was Lost and it ended up being crazy making. not in the good way.

Nah. I assume most people don't give a shit.

I get a really red nose and eyes from crying, but you guys presuppose WAY more interest in you from strangers than I ever run into.

It's not about them, it's about me. Not that I ever actually cry in public. Last time was at a new job six years ago. I'm not much of a crier. Although I get misty at the drop of a hat.

Oh crap, I'm such a liar. I totally lost my shit out to dinner with my (then) boyfriend last year when I was on a new pill that fucked with my brane. The staff played "No Woman No Cry" for me.