I'm embracing all of the realized/crushed dreams on American Idol, the emotional trauma of Grey's Anatomy, and the relentlessly-inspirational Biggest Loser. I believe previews for Nicholas Sparks' "Dear John" should come with a warning: "Not Appropriate for All Audiences, a.k.a. Emotional Disaster Zones."
The one thing that completely rips me apart? (As if there weren't enough already!) The National Anthem. The Star-Spangled Banner. I feel sorry for all the other fans near me at games, or anyone in the living room at the start of the Super Bowl. Please be forewarned-- I will cry. Hard. Just wait until the jets fly over. Oh man. 100% Guaranteed.
So... I cry at stuff. Lots of stuff. I'm not sorry for it or sad about it; it's great. It is those things in particular that make me happy. I absolutely LIVE for something (anything) that makes me feel so much, so strongly, one way or another (see previous Glee post) that I laugh out loud, stand up and cheer, or completely melt down in tears for an hour. I love it all.