When it comes to crying, it generally takes a bit to make me well up. I'm more likely to cry at fiction than actual real life....I think every single episode of Grey's Anatomy made me well up at some point last year.
When I was a kid my nickname at school was potato. I hated it. It made me cry.
When I was a little bit older I saw The Neverending Story at the cinema. I started crying when Artex sank into the mud and didn't stop crying until the end. There was snot everywhere. I am not a pretty crier when I'm really upset.
I've been known to have the odd fit of the giggles and laugh until I cry. Such a good feeling that is.
I had a manager tell me I was a bit of a hard arse once. Ironically, it made me cry. Even more ironically he was telling me that because I'd made someone else cry...not intentionally...I just have high expectations of myself and I translate that to anyone else working for me. In reality I am tough but fair. In a work situation I am the first to tell you when you have done something well but I won't leave you wondering if you need to pick up your game. I am retrospectively proud of being called a hard arse.
On Wednesday night I was cooking dinner for the kids before I headed to the gym for some Tough Mudder training. Lauren was looking after the kids for me. I was standing at the stove, making fried rice, when she dropped the bombshell that our trainer had quit the gym. A million thoughts started running through my head. I screwed up my face and slowly but surely, unbidden tears started to roll down my face.
I have left the towns I lived in for eight and four years without so much as a single tear yet here I was with soundless tears streaming down my face. I'd blame the onions if there had been any involved but unfortunately they weren't.
Next I started laughing at the absurdity of the fact I was crying about such a ridiculous thing, but the tears continued to flow.
Finally she told me she was actually joking, there was some elaborate story attached to the joke, I threw snow peas at her and I laughed. I think I was just a little bit relieved. I think I like lifting heavy things.
Are you much of a crier? Are you more likely to cry at real life or fiction? What is the most ridiculous thing that has made you cry recently?