I'm a Heartless B!tch

Over the weekend, I watched several really sad movies and TV shows with my roommates in an attempt to see if I could get myself to cry. I recently saw the movie “The Holiday” and despite my contempt for Cameron Diaz realized that I too, could not cry and in fact, have not cried in nearly seven months. (in The Holiday, Cameron's character has a problem crying which is conveniently solved near the movie's end.)

I have no explanation for this. I used to cry all the time – as a matter of fact, I love crying. Everyone feels better after crying. I don’t even have to be sad, if something is exciting or funny or happy, I’ll cry about it. I didn’t cry in front of other people until I was 13 or so, but once I began doing it, I loved it.

Now, I’ve reverted somehow and it bothers me. Not only am I not crying, I’m not even getting a lump in my throat.

So I TiVo’d Extreme Makeover Home Edition and all these shows with sad/uplifting topics to see if I could get my tear ducts working normally again. In the meantime, my roommates have taken to calling me “heartless bitch” for my recent emotional shortcomings and I don’t really like that.