I remember a time when nothing would make me cry.
No movie ever made me cry until I was 12 or 13 and watched the Disney version of Hunchback of Notre Dame and bawled with my best friend Vicky.
I was upset at how they treated him.
Now, I'm 26.
And certain things make me really emotional.
Observe, example A - a friggin' NOODLE commercial, no less:
I watch this. And I cry.
Craig called me in to the living room yesterday to watch me cry at this commercial. He laughed at me. But then HE cried too.
You can't hide from this one. It'll getcha.
Poor little salt boy.
I'll be your friend. You don't have to cry.
But I hope it makes you feel better to know
that I'm crying like a freak
right beside you.