|Naked Bike Ride....Hart did you inspire this?|
Which is a great premise for a movie, except for two things. One, I had no idea what it was about and two, I'm a cryer. And when I say cryer I'm not talking about a few dainty sniffles. Nope, I'm talking about the kind of person who watches Steel Magnolias and sobs until her face gets puffy, has to leave the room, cries for ten minutes in the bathroom and then returns to sob some more. I'm talking about the kind of crying that has, more than once, prompted people to ask me if I'm going to be alright in the same way someone might suggest you seek mental counseling. I cry at happy movies, sad movies, touching movies and, well, not horror movies but they may be the one exception to my sniffles.
What can I say? I deeply, deeply empathize with everyone, all the time!