I am a sucker for animal commercials, commercials from a telecommunications company that has a man at Vimy ridge call his grandfather, or movies with an old man longing to take adventures with his wife and flies his balloon house with an annoying boy scout. Oh and girlie sappy movies. I cry like a baby to the point that my fiance brings extra napkins “just in case”.
I do not cry at work. Have never even been tempted- even when I’m overwhelmed. I have seen numerous people die, families crying, bad things happen, but I don’t cry. Internally I feel bad for the family, but I have never been emotionally connected.
But then you bring a puppy dog in and they don’t have a home and I’m waterworks.
Perhaps this is my way of coping- I invest my emotions in something not real.