My Eyes Are Leaking!
I cry very easily. I know I have mentioned that slightly embarrassing fact before, but I feel it necessary to remind you that I am the type of person cries at something that is even vaguely sad or touching, or cute, and when something is very sad or touching, or cute, I am a mess. I left the movie theater after seeing Titanic looking like I had two black eyes. I know that this is completely at odds with my bitchy, bitter persona, but it's true!
Perhaps that preface will make you judge me a little less for the statement I am about to make: during today's General Hospital, when Sonny saw Michael? I teared up, a little.
JUST A LITTLE BIT. I did not forget that the boy woke up from a coma that he landed in directly because of his mobster father (and also because the nutbar who writes for him thinks that being shot in the head is an appropriate punishment for picking up guns, an instance of psychosis that continues to defy reason), and I did not forget that Sonny is the worst. And I feel shame about it, you guys. I feel shame. I let myself get manipulated into feeling emotion for Sonny and Michael. Emotion that wasn't hatred, even! I am falling down on the job.