I have recently acquired an unfortunate disability. I can't cry. Fast forward 5:20 minutes into this video clip and see a fairly accurate representation of my dilemma.
I listen to sad songs in the car. I watch tear-jerker labeled films. I watch Stacey get teary-eyed over a childhood memory. I see my small group get quivery chins as we share how thankful we are for each other. BUT NOTHING COMES. I just sit there like a fool. Like a robot. An emotionless robot. "Just one tear." Seriously, that's all I want. I mean, come on, a significant era in my life is coming to a close, and I can't get emotional over this? Over all the nostalgia of the end of my college years? Friends will be moving on and away. Life won't be the same. And I seemingly couldn't care less. I challenge someone to help make me cry. No, I am sending out a cry for help! I love crying! I waannnt to cryyyyy!!! Help. Me. If you can make me cry, I will bake you cupcakes. Pinky swear.
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