I cry a lot. Sad cry, happy cry, scared cry. I’m just an emotional crier and there’s nothing wrong with that. I enjoy a good cry, it’s cathartic. It also doesn’t really take much to get the water works flowing for me. My tear ducts are very sensitive to any kind of emotion. I cry at adverts, at film trailers, books, I’ve even just cried thinking about things. So I thought I’d share with you the last three times I cried. I am not ashamed!
1. Last night watching Finding Dory
I can’t even. You think Up is bad? I was crying in the opening 5 minutes of Finding Dory, I wasn’t expecting it to happen but damn Pixar you got me good. Baby Dory was just too cute for me to handle and any time she was on screen I’d start crying again. And then the climax of the film I was just sobbing. Loudly. I even cried once the film was over. Me and my friends we in the cinema lobby talking about the film and I got emotional just talking about it and started crying again. Pretty sure Stevie snapchatted it.
I found out that the UK voted 52% in favour of leaving the European Union on Thursday night at a VidCon party. I’d just come out of the toilet, checked my phone and there was a notification from the BBC and I just dropped to the ground. My friend found me and all I could say was “I need to find Rosianna”. We finally found Rosi in the party and we looked at each other and hugged with tears streaming down our faces. I’m still devastated about Brexit but I just feel hopeless now. My country doesn’t feel like home anymore. I don’t recognise its values.
3. Over a boy
This wouldn’t be a Hannah Witton list of cries if it didn’t include one about a boy. Please don’t feel sorry for me about this one it’s actually quite ridiculous. My housemate was having a birthday party and a guy I like was supposed to be coming but he couldn’t make it in the end because he had to work late. But he couldn’t use his phone at work to tell me if/when he could make it. So I was steadily getting more and more drunk whilst constantly looking at my phone and feeling anxious. When eventually he called at midnight to say he’d just got out and couldn’t come I broke down crying. Classy. Don’t mix alcohol and emotions, kids. Take it from me.
It even felt good just now writing about crying. Don’t forget there’s no shame in crying! And if you want to share I’d love to hear about the last time you cried in the comments.