Trials of Friendship

I was talking to my closest friend last night and we got into a discussion about friendship. I’ve touched on this topic briefly in previous posts but last night it was weighing heavily on my mind so I decided to rant a little here and pick her brain a little there and ultimately decided this would probably make a good post even just to spill out everything I’m thinking right now. So in order to put it all together, I need to share a story about a friend I used to have.

About a year and a half ago, I met this girl while working. Actually I was one of the reasons she got hired at my workplace because I was one of her interviewers at the time. I wouldn’t say it was an instant friendship connection but we definitely got along really well and it grew tremendously in a short amount of time. We both really loved books which is normally how I connect with people because they share a love of reading but sometimes it’s for other reasons like sharing the same views or we just generally make a good team. We texted each other a lot; most of it about random stuff. And then we made it a point to hang out outside of work once a week. It worked really well for months. She was a bit scared to drive far distances so I would always go to her house. Plus, I lived in a one bedroom apartment and it’s hard to entertain in such a small space. We’d watch shows together and go to book sales, all that good stuff.

Then one day the texting pretty much stuttered to a trickle and then a stop all together. I didn’t understand why. Right before that, I had made a decision to transfer to a different store because it would provide me with better career development but I figured it wouldn’t affect our friendship too much cause technology was so great. I was pretty wrong and I got frustrated because I felt I was putting a lot into the friendship and pretty much getting nothing in return. When it became days between texts, I decided to ask her what was going on. I was always told her life was soo busy and she just didn’t have time to engage with me anymore. I admit, that hurt my feelings because I feel like it’s not that hard to message a person with the millions of avenues available to do so and especially when I’m becoming annoying by trying to reach this person almost every day.

I pretty much got tired of the excuses and simply stopped trying. Two weeks went by and I got radio silence. I figured if I’d stop sending her messages then maybe she’d get a clue and maybe take the initiative. She didn’t. So I gave up. I sent one last text telling her I could no longer be her friend and listed all the reasons why and that was the end of that. About a year later, I get a text from her asking me how life is.


I couldn’t even believe it. Like is this real life? And all that I had let go, the sadness and bitterness and anger and finally defeat came rushing back in one big ball of rage. I lashed out as much as you can in a text message and pretty much questioned why she was texting me. After a few exchanges, cause I’m sure she could tell I was heated, she informed me that even though I didn’t consider her my friend, she’s always still considered me her friend. Currently, in the present, she got wind that I’m pregnant and now she occasionally texts me wanting to know all the details about what’s going on my life but I’m quite short with her as you can probably imagine. I don’t really know how to feel about someone who can be a here again, gone again friend you know?

So I spilled all of this to my friend last night and told her how I feel like making friends is the easy part but keeping them is so hard. Maybe I’m desperate because I’m only getting older and making friends as an adult is harder than it was when we were kids. Or maybe I just care too much and I shouldn’t but I’m such an emotional person and I can’t help it. My feelings do get hurt easily and my response is to pretty much shut them off at least to the outside world and present this facade that I don’t care when I really do at least for a little while.

I equated growing a friendship to a sapling growing into a tree. You have a little sapling you’ve just planted and you check on it every single day, watering it and making sure it’s getting enough sunlight so it can grow to be a strong tree that’ll live a lifetime. If you stop watering that sapling for a day, it’ll still grow a little because it has a bit of nutrients stored in the roots. But if you stop watering that sapling for a week and then a week turns into two or more, that sapling is going to start to die and by the time you come back to it and realize you wanted to save it, it’s either already dead or a small seed will float elsewhere to try and root itself to become stronger than before.

Maybe I’m absolutely sensitive that I think so deeply on this subject but I think ultimately it stems from trying to understand how other people think and how it seems so easy for someone to borderline forget that you were a great friend. Or maybe you weren’t and they just didn’t inform you of their true feelings so instead floated away cause that was easier?

Long read and heavy topic I know. If you made it all the way to the end, I commend you, you’re awesome and I hope you’ll share your thoughts in the comments below. 🙂


A friend of mine recommended a book for me to read recently. I’m part of the Ultimate Reading Challenge which lasts the whole year and I’m reading my tearjerker for this month. It’s highly likely I won’t finish it til March 1st because my life got in the way and I forgot February is stunted but so far I’m enjoying the story immensely and is what inspired this post today.

You ever think about the many definitions of one word or the many ways it’s interpreted? The main word revolving around my book is the word “blind“. While I was driving to work today, I was thinking about the many ways a person can be blind. There are lots of famous phrases for the word of course but I wanted to touch on a few that occur pretty regularly in a person’s daily life.

The most obvious definition of blind that comes to mind is a person who physically cannot see. Either they were born that way maybe lost their physical sight due to disease or another reason. To piggyback off this definition, there’s also color blindness as well; people who do not have enough cones and rods in their eyes to be able to see color.

Following physical blindness, there’s blindness of the mind. What I mean when I say this I always think about dreaded politics. I’m not a fan of talking about politics but I admit I do engage in conversations here and there once in a while. I liken blindness of the mind to being closed minded; a person who is unwilling to see past what they believe, their specific morals, ethics, etc. When it comes to getting into a debate whether it be politics or something else, there are people who are unwilling to open their mind and see another person’s point of view on the same subject matter. Or maybe they are willing to see but don’t care to really listen. I guess in this scenario, having an open mind and open ears kind of go hand to hand. Sometimes you can find a break in the stronghold of another person’s mind and sometimes you can’t. It’s hard to make someone understand that you aren’t trying to change their mind, you just would like them to see how your thought processes are evaluating the same topic. I guess the phrase, “walking in another person’s shoes” could fit here.

Lastly, I think of emotional blindness or blindness of the heart. A good example of this could be “love at first sight“. This is a common phrase where a person feels at one glance they’ve met the love of their life. Sometimes that’s true and sometimes it’s wrong. When it’s wrong, people will often shut down their “heart’s eyes”. I mean that in the sense that they are either unwilling or do not believe that they can ever open their heart to another person again. The same thing applies to friendship. Once you’ve been burned once or twice, you become wary of opening your emotions or “breaking down that barrier” to another person. Or maybe even the opposite is true where you can’t see “the writing on the wall” so to speak; that it’s obvious the friendship is going down the drain no matter how much you try, or don’t try, to salvage it.

At the end of the day, in any scenario of blindness, you become reliant on all your other senses, whether they’re physical or emotional. Trusting your other senses becomes quite interesting and intriguing when you think about it because your “eyes” make it so easy. Anyway, I can’t wait to see how my story develops considering the ways in which it inspired me to write this post today.

Do you ever think about the many interpretations of a single word? Are there other definitions of being blind that I didn’t cover? Let me know in the comments below!

Intelligence Level

Super late post today. My morning was something else.

The other day I was listening to some morning radio show on the way to work and they were talking about how, I guess, society measures intelligence levels. Usually you’re either street smarts, or have a highly developed common sense level, or you’re just book smart. There’s also the in between which is an average of sorts but there’s many variations of average depending on which way you lean on this intelligence scale.

A person who has street smarts is generally termed as someone who is quick on their feet. They are able to make smart decisions on the fly without little to no research and little to not thought because things just make sense. I like to equate them to people who could lead you into and out of a forest without a map because they are able to just gauge light patterns and moss growth and natural things like that. They never get lost.

A person who is book smart is generally someone who pretty much keeps their nose in a book and get all their information from books without looking at the practical world much. They are full of facts and knowledge that maybe useful or may just be useless and when it comes to making a decision, they need lots of time to think about it; weigh pros and cons, do research, get a survey of other people’s opinions before ultimately deciding the best course of action. As for navigating in the natural world? You can forget it. You’ll be lost.

Then there are those in the middle. Those who lean more towards the book smart but still have a decent amount of common sense and those who have tons of common sense but know just enough from a book that it comes in handy in certain instances. I like to think I’m a mixture of the two. I’m sure we all do. I do a lot of reading but I also have a lot of practical knowledge of the world around me. I want to do things as quickly and painlessly as possible and I have no trouble making snap decisions when necessary because they just make sense. My husband leans more towards the common sense part of the scale than I do. First off, he’s a human atlas. He can navigate through a paper bag in the dark buried in the ocean. It’s surreal. He’s also really good at making snap decisions which is good sometimes and bad other times.

I can say, from working a lot of retail and meeting a ton of different types of people, there are a lot of people who definitely need more common sense. You can read every book in the world but it won’t prepare you for real life scenarios where you have to base your judgement and decisions on instinct. Instinct is the root of it all. It’s the key to our personalities and whether or not we lean one way or the other on this imaginary intelligence scale.

So then really would that make us all average(ly) intelligent?


Where do you think you weigh on this scale? Are you more book smart or street smart? Let me know in the comments below!

Ode to Oats

Last night I was in conversation with one of my favorites, Jenn, you all know her as Mischenko on here, and we were talking about healthy eating habits. She’s like my health guru because if you ever need to know what vegetable or fruit can cure your ailments, she’s the one you need to talk to because she’s full of amazing advice! I forget how we got on the subject of breakfast eating but we were talking about oatmeal and I remember telling her I found a link for some really good looking overnight oats. I’ve made overnight oats in the past but it wasn’t a successful, tasty endeavor. These recipes however sounded very appealing to my tastebuds. I shared the recipes with Jenn and she really liked the sound of them and we both got this idea that she’d make one recipe and I’d make another and then we’d both write a blog post about it today sharing out thoughts. So here we go:

I decided to make the berry overnight oats without the greek yogurt. I didn’t have any greek yogurt to begin with but also because I seem to have an aversion to it for now. All the other ingredients I had though. Prep for these oats takes literally 3 minutes. I had a mason jar suprisingly from back when it was cherry picking season and my boss made cherry jam for everyone. If you don’t have a mason jar though, I’m sure you could use any type of sealed container. Here are the ingredients:

  • Berries and Cream Overnight Oats:
  • ½ cup Rolled Oats
  • ⅔ cup Almond Milk (can substitute coconut or cashew milk)
  • ⅓ cup Greek Yogurt
  • ½ Tablespoon Chia Seeds
  • ½ teaspoon Vanilla Extract
  • ⅛ teaspoon Salt
  • 1-2 Tablespoons 100% Real Maple Syrup
  • Strawberries
  • Blueberries

So what you want to do is put all the ingredients in a jar in the order of which they appear on the list. The other ingredient I didn’t add was salt because I just missed the step I think. Now, I used frozen blueberries and strawberries. The recipe wants you to add them after but I put them right in with everything else. Mixed it up and plopped it in the fridge. This is what it all looks like mixed up in the jar:

So my oats sat in the fridge from 10pm to 7am. I ate them when I got to work at 8 and let me tell you, I was not prepared for the first bite. Good lord is this super delicious! I don’t know what I did wrong the first time but there is no comparison to this recipe! It doesn’t even taste healthy; it tastes like a dessert! I’m truly blown away and thinking this my be a regular staple to interchange with my egg breakfasts (cause I freaking love eggs).

Do yourself a favor and check out Jenn’s post (click the word post to be redirected :P). She made the chocolate coconut recipe so you have to see if her reaction to the oats was as great as mine!

Also, here’s the link to all the recipes if this sounds like something you want to try in the future:


Yep. That’s me. My blog is probably going to slow down at least on the original content for a bit. I just have no motivation to write this week so far. Plus, I have a lot going on with ARCs that need to be read, getting estimates for work on the house, trying to keep cooking healthy every day, doctor’s appointments, work, life in general. Add to that, there are 4 freaking feral cats that live under our deck outside and they howl at the moon like they’re in heat for hours at night.

Did I mention I’m a super light sleeper? It’s hell. So now I have dreams of cat repellent or running them away with a broom. I love animals, don’t get me wrong, but these cats keep waking me up. I know they’re being fed because they are bigger than my cats so I refuse to feed them considering how much they stick around our house anyway. So yeah, losing sleep because cats in the night makes me grumpy. 😦

I still plan to do Thursdays and Friday posts for now and if inspiration strikes, I’ll write whatever that content may be but if I disappear for a while, all of that above is why. I should pick it back up in March though. I just need to get caught up with life so the blog has to take a backseat.

Lastly, just because, if you have not seen Black Panther yet, you should! Shuri is my spirit animal and Okoye is my spirit warrior. Its a little bit more grittier than previous Marvel films but nevertheless its absolutely stunning. Also, the jokes aren’t forced, they just blend right into the commentary which is aweeeesome! I’m probably going to see it again either this week or next week but I just want to say, highly recommend and if you want to talk about theories with me, I’m totally down.

Have a good Tuesday everyone!

Love to Love

I was thinking about what to write today. You ever just stare at this blank slate and say what can/should I write today? Since today is Valentine’s Day in America, I figured it should be something related to that somehow. My husband and I have been together for 10 years and we never really make it a point to celebrate Valentine’s Day every year. Sometimes he’ll surprise me like a few years ago he took me to this super duper fancy restaurant and I got to eat bolognese. If you’ve never had it, oh my freaking goodness. I had it for the first time in Italy and it’s amazing. I was thinking of maybe recreating it over the weekend because I found an easy to follow recipe to make it but my mother is coming in to see me and we’re going to see Black Panther Saturday night and I need at least 6 hours to make this sauce so I don’t know. We’ll see.

Most of the time we just say Happy Valentine’s Day and I love you to each other and keep it moving. It got me thinking about how often I tell people I love them. I know some people just use it as a phrase to show excitement because maybe a friend helped them have an epiphany but I honestly believe that I use it the way it was intended no matter who I’m saying it to. Saying “I like you” would just be weird to me or it just doesn’t emphasize my feelings enough? Obviously the love I have for my husband is on a completely different level than the love I have for friends or family but when I tell someone I love them, I mean it as in I care about your well being, what’s going on in your life every single day, what’s making you happy or sad (so I can be happy with you or fix it) and other things along those lines.

See how I go from blank to words? I truly even didn’t plan on that random, kind of philosophicalness to spew out but there it is. I really only planned to share a song today that is called Valentine cause there’s not many songs with the word “valentine” in the title. I can think of two off the top of my head. I’m sure you all have heard the song “My Funny Valentine” in a zillion different versions but have you heard the song “Valentine”? I’m sharing the throwback Pentatonix version because I love them and the melody and harmony of this song is so beautiful. I’ll also share the lyrics as well:

I will be friendly
(Please don’t be…)
My soul came to be terrified
(…so terrified)
Please don’t be so shy
So will you never be my lover or my valentine
Never be a friend of mine
Never see my better side
Maybe you’d be terrified
Of all the secrets you were wishing you won’t ever find
‘Cause deep inside me
And I don’t wanna hide me
‘Cause I know about my love
‘Cause I know about my love
‘Cause I know about my love
‘Cause I know about my love
Yeah, pick it fast like a flight far away from here (fly away)
Before I know I feel at home whenever you are near
Live my life, you better cold cut to this
I wish you’d hold me open just to see your vision clear
‘Cause I know about my love (‘Cause I know about my love)
‘Cause I know about my love (‘Cause I know about my love)
‘Cause I know about my love (‘Cause I know about my love)
‘Cause I know about my love (‘Cause I know about my love)
‘Cause I know about my love
‘Cause I know about my love
About my love
About my love
About my love
I will be friendly
(Please don’t be)
My soul came to be terrified
(so terrified)
Please don’t be so shy
That’s all I got for today. Happy Valentine’s Day beautiful people! If you have Valentine’s day stuff planned I hope they make you smile hugely and if you don’t, here is me sending you a virtual chocolate heart that will hopefully make you smile with the rest of us today.

Things Learned Watching Anime Movies

As I regularly do these past few weeks, I messaged my great, amazing friend ❤ Mischenko ❤ to talk about this and that. I’ve got a lot going on in my life currently and she’s really good at listening, laughing at  with me, and generally giving me some really great advice. I forget how we got on the subject of anime movies but I remember asking her if she had ever watched Howl’s Moving Castle especially since I knew her kids would love it. Her daughter, especially loved the movie because she got it for Christmas. This of course led to further anime movie discussion and I got to thinking about the things these Studio Ghibli films have in common. So today I thought I would share with you some of my favorites and why they’re so fantastic.

Image result for howl's moving castleHowl’s Moving Castle is a story about beauty, curses, and overcoming your inner demons. Sophie is the main character who leads a very boring life until one day she meets a powerful wizard named Howl. He’s being chased by the evil witch’s shadow demons and Sophie unknowingly comes to his aid. The witch then gets jealous of Sophie and curses her by stealing her youth and beauty and turning her into an old lady. From there Sophie joins Howl, Markl and talking flame Calcifer in the castle and learns about this world of magic as well as the additional curses and struggles this little family is going through. It’s really a great film that teaches a person that you are stronger than your inner demons ans when you have a nice family backbone to help you, you realize that beauty comes in all forms, shapes and sizes and believing in yourself can enable you to believe in the unimaginable.

Image result for princess mononokePrincess Mononoke is a story featuring natives living and working the land when a living disease infects one of the animals they normally hunt and begins to plague the people and land it treks through. Ashitaka, prince of the village, gets in the path of disease to save his sisters and the cursed plague infects his arm which has a few alarming effects. He decides to go on a journey to find a cure for the curse. Along the way he meets a wildling girl named San who was raised by wolves and is trying to drive the modern coal farmers away because they’e destroying the forest and the forest Gods are not fans of this and have decided to fight back. It’s a war of nature versus the mechanical all while trying to cure this nasty plague. This film is a little bit darker than the rest of the Studio Ghibli films but the main takeaway is how important the environment is and why it’s essential that we save it. It’s also about compromise — informing an individual why you feel the way you do without shoving your anger and hatred down their throat; making them open their eyes and mind and seeing a different side of the coin.

Image result for spirited awaySpirited Away is a story about a little girl who has been told by her parents that they are moving. She is quite reluctant to do so because she’s built such a home where they are now. While driving to their new home, they take a wrong turn and Chihiro and her parents is pulled into a world they never imagined. Her father insists one exploring this area and they stumbled upon some delicious looking foods. What they did not expect is the side effects of eating food in this magical place — they turned into pigs! Chihiro is frantic and all she wants to do is go back home but she has to figure out how to get her parents to turn back into humans. She ends up discovering all types of things about the people of this world, the culture, foods, and even makes friends with a boy who can turn into a dragon. The main takeaway from this film is courage; To not be afraid to face the unknown and have the courage to overcome your fears. Life isn’t planned out for you where you know exactly what’s going to happen when. You probably hear this all the time but you really should live life to its fullest. Fear holds you back from what could be the greatest moments of your life. And if they aren’t, well, you learned a lesson which makes you smarter, braver, tougher and more able to handle anything life throws you in the future. Nobody is perfect but if you make the best of the hand you’re dealt, you will find that you can conquer the world.

Since this post is coming up on over 800 words and I didn’t know I had all that in me, I’ll leave it at these three today. I still have a couple more movies I can talk about but I’ll leave it for a later post. I also want to note that I originally watched all of these in their Japanese version with English subtitles but now there are English voice acting versions if reading this post has you intrigued.

These are better than Disney right?!?! 😉 Have you seen these three movies or any Studio Ghibli film? What do you think of the takeaways I got from these? Let me know your thoughts in the comments below!

Being an Adult

I initially had a plan to write a fun post but I think I have to save it for tomorrow because I am in the midst of some hardcore adulting and realizing how not fun it is. We bought our house about a year and a half ago and of course things are starting to fall apart because it’s not like a brand new house. It was built in 1950. The previous owners and maybe the ones before them made a few upgrades but mostly to the outside.

For example, our roof is only 5 years old which is fantastic and our 2-car garage is pretty much brand new. However, the inside parts could use some work. Our garbage disposal died a few months ago and we didn’t really see it necessary to get fixed because we have a dishwasher but now its leaking out of the bottom so we can’t ignore it anymore. Yesterday we replaced our bathtub spout and the trip lever because I’m pretty the type determined not to pay someone if we can help it. Luckily that was easy to do thanks to YouTube.

Which leads me to, what did we do before YouTube?? Seriously. I have never been more grateful for a technological advance in my life. DIY videos save you so much money! My husband was so ready to call a plumber and pay hundreds when it ended up only costing $60 and like an hour of our time. Plus, we learned a  new skill! It doesn’t get any better than that. Some things though, unfortunately, you just need a professional. Like I want new carpet and hardwood in the whole downstairs of our house. I’m sure YouTube would be helpful but I do not have that kind of patience.

In the midst of all this, there’s also taxes that need to be filed. We owed the stupid government big time last year so we change some things around. Of course, we still owe money this year. We can’t win…

Can I please go back to being a dependent? Life was such a breeze. Please and Thank you. That ends my adulting rant for today. Never grow up people! Or at least don’t buy a house. Stay in apartments where getting stuff fixed is part of your rent, hahaha.

Under Your Wear

I don’t know about you all but where I am but it’s ugly outside. We got slammed with tons of snow overnight and I had to drive like a grandpa to get to work safely today because plowing suddenly doesn’t exist. I figured today’s post should be a funny one considering the gloomy outdoors and what better way to make all you lovely people laugh than by sharing an embarrassing story about me!

I’m what I like to call a lazy laundry doer. I normally wait til the last minute to do my laundry. That means Sunday night, the day before I need clean clothes to go to work, about 2-3 hours before I need to go to bed. It’s a terrible habit, I know. I wash just enough clothes for me to make it through the week and then it’s just a never ending cycle each week. However, the one piece of clothing I have in abundance, is underwear. Actually socks too. I probably have enough underwear and socks to last for every day of a whole month. I’m a compulsive, “oh those are pretty” type of buyer when it comes to those two things. So underclothes washing usually gets washed all at once when I realize I’m running out. Again, terrible habit, I know!

So this past Sunday, I washed a bunch of work shirts and pants and almost every pair of underwear I own. I also have a bad habit of folding laundry and leaving it in the basket. Let’s just say I’m a bad laundry doer on top of the laziness. I make it a point to fold all my shirts and pants right out of the dryer because they’re really warm and soft and if you fold them right then, you don’t have to worry about ironing later especially for a lazy person such as myself. I get all my clothes nice and neat and folded in the basket and then go about the rest of my night before bed.

In the morning, I go to get dressed and I have this plethora of shirts to pick from. I’ve taken to wearing the longer type of shirts. You know the shirts that cover your butt especially if you wear leggings (which I don’t, at least not outside of my house). So I have this nice grey striped flannel shirt on top of a tank top cause I’m a freeze child so I constantly dress in layers. Then I go to work.

All day long I wear my hoodie because I’m always cold even with a heater under my desk. It’s a miracle I have that 98.6 degree body temperature cause I never feel that warm. I go out to talk to my buddy grumps and I realize that I feel extra bulky on my left side. While I’m talking to him, I reach over and sort of do a pat down of myself and realize there is something extra under my shirt! If you could see the inside of a person’s head while they’re thinking, mine would have been hilarious.

I’m sitting here thinking, “huh… so I folded up something in this shirt and didn’t realize it was there before I put it on. I bet it’s underwear. It can only be underwear or maybe it’s a bra but it feels like underwear..” All while having a conversation with grumps outside of my head. Then I decide I should pull it out and see if I’m right. I start to reach under my shirt to pull it out. Remember, I’m wearing a tank top under the shirt. The first touch of the fabric and I knew it was underwear and it didn’t click in my mind until the last second that I probably shouldn’t display my underwear, especially since I didn’t know what color they were, to grumps even though I thought it was the most hilarious thing ever! I think he would have taken it in stride if I suddenly yanked out my undies but instead I tucked my elbow into my side, crossed my arms and continued the conversation til it ended. Then I went back to my office, pulled out the sneaky undies to stash in my purse and just laughed to myself.

So the moral of my story is, don’t be a lazy laundry doer like me. Shake out your clothes because static electricity can have you walking out of your house with underwear stuck to places they shouldn’t be. 🙂

Emotional Torture

I was talking to my amazing friend Mischenko the other day and I forget how we got on the topic of crying but I was explaining to her how much of an easy crier I am. My emotional meter is pretty much from zero to crying. For example, I told her if someone yells at me, I’m in tears. Not because they’re yelling at me because I can take a ream with the best of them; it’s usually because I’m pissed at the person or myself and my angry/frustrated/annoyed meter is on the same wavelength as my sadness trigger meter. I’ve even yelled at a person while crying and it usually freaks people out cause they’re worried they’ve made me sad when in reality I want to strangle them and the effect was ruined because of my stupid tears.

The conversation led to weekend plans and I told her I was probably going to subject myself to emotional torture. And she asked me what I meant by that. I told her, that means I’m going to watch the latest episode of Grey’s Anatomy. This made her “lol” but I told her, it’s a miracle for me to watch an episode of this show without crying some type of tears. If I even see someone crying on TV, even if it’s happy tears, I’m right there with them. I don’t know if you all watch Grey’s but the latest was about Dr. Bailey and even though I knew it was going to be emotional, I still wasn’t ready.

Do you ever just watch movies or shows because you know they’re going to elicit emotions out of you? I literally have a list of go to films and television shows that I willingly torture myself with. Today, I’m going to share my list with you and see if you all share the same sentimentality as I do and see if you have your own additions you can add to my list (cause the more the merrier right?).

Here we go:

  • Grey’s Anatomy – currently in season 14 and I’ve accepted my addiction
  • Troy – I love my Brad Pitt booty shot but this movie is so emotional
  • The Lion King – Mufasa getting killed gets me every single time
  • Gilmore Girls – I mean…
  • A Little Princess – The scene where the girls are being ripped apart to the point where the one is desperate enough to go out the window— it’s ultimately happy tears by the end though!
  • Tristan and Isolde – Another one where there are so many scenes I could talk about between my happy and ugly tears
  • Downton Abbey – The most crushing scene involves Sybil and then later on with Matthew but I won’t spoil it just in case you haven’t seen this soul crushing show..
  • Any movie Denzel Washington has ever been in but specifically Man on Fire

I’m not crying, you are!

What are some of your favorite (and I use that term loosely) tearjerkers? Are you a fan of willingly subjecting yourself to emotional torture? Do you have your own cry-o-meter? Let me know in the comments below! Don’t be shy. We can cry together.