Dammit.

[agilebrit]

House made me bawl like a big bawling thing tonight. That is all.

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[baron-waste.livejournal.com]

Y' know, I cry at things, too. Used to be worse, when I was utterly submerged in clinical depression; as a mercy, I don't now remember but a few of the things that ripped inconsolable grief out of me. Those were not cathartic; those were unhealed wounds.

But things like the Act III reprise of "Dulcinea," in Man of La Mancha, where Aldonza / Dulcinea brings Alonso Quijana back to life… I mean, you'd have to be a stone, what I mean to say.

(I'd still like to ask Sophia Loren how she was able to cry on command. Watch “Knight of the Woeful Countenance” in Act II, where she's standing there, and suddenly she has tears in her eyes. No camera trickery, this; she just did it.)

Dulcinea… Dulcinea…
Once you found a girl, and called her,
“Dulcinea”…

When you spoke the name
An angel seemed to whisper,
“Dulcinea… Dulcinea…”

[agilebrit.livejournal.com]

I cry at commercials sometimes. It's awful and embarrassing, and it's gotten worse since my hormones have gone wonky on me. At least I'm usually alone, or in the dark, when it happens. And the Hubby is kind enough not to laugh at me, when he's there to witness it. ;)