Have you ever had one of those days where all you seem to do is cry? I have. Yup I sure have. And today was one of those days. Not bad crying mind you. Good cries. I was actually alright; right up until I was watching the Oscars, yes it was the Oscar’s that did me in. When they announced Heath Ledger took the Oscar for the Best Supporting Actor, I burst into tears. When his family came up on stage, and accepted the award for him, I tears slipped down my cheeks. And yet, even while crying I knew it was a good cry, a cry I needed to do. Heath won, and he deserved to he really did. His performance in Dark Knight was terrifying, psychotic, and just as it should be. The Joker was not a light character not one that should be taken lightly at all. I salute him, I bless him, and even though I didn’t know him I grieve with his family. Is that odd? Maybe, but you know I know a lot of people grieved, and still grieve for John Lennon, or how about Elvis? Kurt Cobain? (Though he’s not on my top list of favs I am sure he makes others) the list really could go on I don’t doubt.
So, it was the Oscars that set it off. Than I thought, alright well lets watch a movie, I know I will watch Prince Caspian, good book, good movie, Hunk of an actor (two really but the other one is still jail bait isn’t he?). This seemed like a safe movie to watch, well I cried anyways, several times actually. I cried when Caspian gets away, I cried when he finds out his father died, and I most certainly cried when Susan gives him a kiss at the end. Even if it wasn’t supposed to happen. Well fudge, I failed miserably at not crying again. Well since I was on a Narnia kick might as well play switch around, and so I watched the first one too!
This would prove to be a bad idea for the crying of course. First, before the crying I had to gasp and remind myself how young the afore mentioned ponder of jail bait was. VERY young (not that I am Ancient or anything). I made it right up until the part where Lucy finds her dear faun friend gone, than I cried. And I should suspect I just lost count after a while, Edmund leaving, beaver getting hurt, the river scene, Aslan dieing. The list goes on. Dang movies. But, even though I cried all that time I don’t feel bad. I don’t feel depressed or miserable, or any of those things. Sometimes, it really is alright to cry.
