Maple-colored Teardrops

I've come to and uncomfortable realization: I'm an emotional sap.

The female body is perplex in so many ways that if I actually sat down to digest it all, I would probably just end up confused and....well, crying. Thank goodness this is all I've know my whole life otherwise I don't know how else I would do this whole thing of being a woman.

Besides the fact that we intertwine all parts of our life into one big spaghetti factory, when you stick Ms. Monthly or Ms. Meno on top of it all you might just not know what hit you. Now, I'm not facing either one of those right now (sorry if this is too much information), but Ms. Crying never seems to ever really go away. I don't think I'm overly emotional, but it seems that since I've hit my mid-twenties the tearducts just like to be hydrated more often that what I remember from my high school and college days. I have to ask myself if this is somewhat of a normal thing for a woman, based on circumstances in my life, or part of my personality. Granted, all three may just be the holy trinity of a good cry.

Now...the times that the waterworks confuse me are when I'm watching a movie about time travel and start crying - even when I don't believe in time travel. Why would I cry at this type of movie? Lets not forget Toy Story 3. OH.MY.GOODNESS. I died. Who knew animated toy characters could pull such an tug at my heart. I fight so hard to not make those little droplets fall - I try to hide my shaky-scrunchy chin wobble, but it never fails. Shaky-scrunchy chin wobble is out of control and my little eyes overflow and finally release a stream of feeling. I wish I could stop it...I feel so silly, so girly, so uncool.

Maybe, it is just an part of a woman to be emotional - maybe I hold things in too much and there is just a point where you need to let it out. Yes, that movie just evoked emotion with their animated characters and unrealistic storyline about time travel. Yes, my pastor just said something that hit a cord. Yes, I'm frustrated with life. Yes, I'm just tired and need to go to sleep. Yes, Ms. Monthly is here. Yes, I feel lonely. Yes, that was the sweetest wedding ever. Yes, my resistance band just broke during my workout and backfired on my stomach (true story). Yes, I've done everything only to feel like a failure. Yes, those lyrics just spoke to me. Yes, just sometimes maybe I need a good cry.

And if you are wondering if I'm okay - I totally am, but I did just cry at the movie, The Time Traveler's Wife. Figures.