I the thread about men crying I talk a little bit about my weeping.
My mother.
It’s the only thing I can think of that will make me cry. I shed a half tear while driving a few days ago- it had something to do with my boyfriend, but the exact thought that prompted it eludes me and I think it actually had something to do with my character and nothing to do with him.
The Lion King.
Ok, there’s another- why? The beginning, the “circle of life” idea coupled with some great animation- evocative colors that have an effect on me. I remember falling into tears watching it one night because I thought to myself that if I could create those images, with that level of precision, that I would have expressed something that I lack the ability to express- a skill that I will never harness. In thinking this was to assume that I alone would do the whole thing, not a team of animators and Elton John. It was an unattainable dream- an irrational expectation, perhaps it had something to do with the fact that I couldn’t work (paint/draw) at the time. It also related to the idea of where we all fit into life’s puzzle and purpose.
Thanks for reminding me of it.
Now you can all get your jollies about someone crying while watching “Lion King”.
Weeping is letting out. I don’t weep, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t let out. I let it out in terms of an initial extreme reasoning about the matter and then from a critical point of view, put the matter into perspective. Sometimes I’m too tired to do that kind of philosophical thinkings, so I just go out and buy something nice to eat, drink wine over and above like 55%, and eat a lot of chillies on their own - with the wine of course.