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.

Yeah but some cry-y movies, Like Crouching Tiger or this Cowboy Love thing really need to be seen in a theatre because they are composed to be seen on a huge, overwhelming screen and you lose out on that amazing visual experience if you wait and see it at home. It seems worthwile to learn to not give shit (not about crying in public, only about crying in movies) in order to have access to that beauty.

The staff played "No Woman No Cry" for me.

Oh, that's funny. (Er, it was funny by then, right?)

I don't cry in movies. Bareback mountain just looks pretty to me.

Oh, that's funny. (Er, it was funny by then, right?)

Oh, it was funny at the time. They had been playing all Spanish music, and we were the only people in the restaurant, AND I could tell I was insane.

(Brokeback), although...