Top: Gap
Scarf: c/o Garnet Hill (similar)
Heels: Nine West (similar in brown, similar in black)
Ben and I watched the movie Tracks tonight (trailer), based on the real-life journey of Robyn Davidson through the Australian outback in 1977 with four camels and her dog, Diggity. I'd highly recommend the film and in order to recommend it without spoiling anything, I'll just say that there was a moment that really affected me. In the midst of a good bout of tears, I started to reflect on the fact that I'm always crying. And not just single, pretty tears, they're often for-real, this-is-happening-to-me tears. At films and books mostly, but occasionally with songs, and often with memories. Tears come so easily to me when I'm watching something or experiencing something evocative. I know this is not the case with everyone (I know a few people that "don't cry"), and I know that it is the case with some people, but I often feel like an extreme case in the latter direction. Bawling away at fictional, non-fictional, and even imaginary people and stories feels a bit ludicrous!
I don't really have an answer, but I do have a question - does this happen to all of you? Do you find yourself bawling about stories that happened 40 years ago, about people you never knew, and situations you'll never experience? Ben takes it as the status quo - if I'm not crying during a movie then it probably wasn't very good to start with. But I need some validation beyond our living room! Am I nuts?