Actually, I think the scene in Up that totally destroyed me was the one in the middle, with the photo album. And I get the point of the scene, which was that life with Carl *was* an adventure for Ellie (and I made an oblique reference to that in my wedding vows), but...it still gutted me. *That* was the scene where Tim had to pause the DVD because I was crying so hard.
Although the first scene gets the stinkeye from me, too. Goddamn Pixar.
Y'all. I don't want to be crying at my desk and have to explain that the invisible people in the computer were talking about an animated movie.
And conversations like this are why I don't want to see Up! If I want to cry and cry, I can just live my life.
Y'all. I don't want to be crying at my desk and have to explain that the invisible people in the computer were talking about an animated movie.
No, seriously, I was all sniffly just typing my last post. Fortunately the dog is used to me crying for what seems to him like no reason (or no GOOD reason*).
*(The only good reasons in his estimation are: "What?!? We're out of peanut butter?!?" [I agree with that one.] and "What do you mean, the V-E-T???")
I saw UP the say my mom died. And I loved it, especially the beginning. Not sure if it was a way to deal with my grief or what.
I haven't seen Up, and reading you talking about it is making me tear up. And I still don't know what made me watch that Jurassic Bark episode of Futurama, as I never watched Futurama. But thinking about that makes me cry and cry and cry too.
If I want to cry and cry, I can just live my life.
Yeah. I actually turned off
Frankenweenie
halfway through last night because it was a little too much for me right then.
Jurassic Bark episode of Futurama
NOPE. NOPE NOPE NOPE. My feels cannot take it.
If I want to cry and cry, I can just live my life.
This, entirely. I don't need my emotions yanked out; I can barely keep them down. Catharsis, schmarthis.
I'm about to take a hiatus from social media. All media, in fact. I feel like my mind is getting pulled all over the place, and I need to shut off the noise of the world for a week or so and just be alone with me (and my cats). No computer, no tv, no news, no phones, I'm living in silence (well, with music) for a week.
Oh, Sophia, you had to go there. Major feels.
If I want to cry and cry, I can just live my life.
That is generally how I feel, but if the cry-trigger sneaks up on me, sometimes it seems to be just want I wanted and didn't realize. IDK.