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.

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

It's a personal perception thing. I like being in control, even among strangers. And I become blotchy face.

My officemate (when he was laid off) was all concerned because a) I got all teary and b) I ran away then. I know my weaknesses. I didn't want to burden him with MY emotions, but I did anyway. Hell, he's still worrying about me. And I didn't mean to do that. It's just my reaction. While I'm glad he know how much I miss him, I don't wish that he worry about me, fergawdsake. I'm still getting paid.

I think, for me, it is about worthwhile sympathy. If I don't deserve it, ignore my face.

but you guys presuppose WAY more interest in you from strangers than I ever run into.

It doesn't actually stop me from going to movies or crying in them. Also, it is most often the people that I'm with that I don't like watching me cry. Lame, perhaps, but still true. (Especially since I look to see whether they are. I'm twelve. Whatever.) Don't care so much about strangers, and I assume they don't care so much about me.