Cry Baby

That’s me, I am a big cry baby. I love a good cry. There are about ten or so movies that I watch, a lot, for a good cry. For the majority of these movies there is just one point, one place in the film that makes me weep like a baby. And the funny thing is I start tearing-up well prior to the scene just because I know it’s coming. For instance, The Color Purple, when Whoopi Goldberg’s kids coming running through the field…….tears. Antwone Fisher, when he meets his great-grandmother…….tears. Field of Dreams, when Kevin Costner ask his Dad if he wants to play catch…….tears.

I have always been an emotional guy, I wear them on my sleeve as the old saying goes. If I am pissed about something it’s shows on my face no hiding it. If I am hurt, embarrassed, or sad, same thing no real disguising it. I do not have a poker face, I have a happy face, mad face, sad face, tranquil face and a confused face. Unfortunately the face itself isn’t much to look at (George Clooney I am not) but you work with the gifts, or lack of gifts you were granted.

I am sorry that society, as a whole, frowns on men for showing their emotions (except for anger it seems, men are expected to get pissed off). I am not sure who started this whole “men are supposed to be tough” crap, it probably goes back to the caveman times, but I think the world would be a better place if men openly cried more often. A lot of the reason I love our current President, Barack Obama, is because he is not afraid to show his emotions, not only anger but sadness, empathy and compassion. My sense is that he is very sincere and these are his true feelings not simply staged for the cameras.

So for all you manly men out there, have a good cry. You will feel better.