At the goddamned Katy Perry movie My brother dragged me along and I was like, oh okay this will be fun, I have time to waste why not blah blah. Fast forward to the part where she's talking about her divorce and crying and there I am trying to hold back the tears and not look stupid.
I shed a few tear a few weeks after Amy died, while I was listening to Cherry (I'm such a lame). In general, I have a sullen aspect to my personality, but I rarely cry.
There was so tissues around, but I had to blow my nose, so I had to use a paper towel and I scratched my delicate nose up with that abrasive painful disposable cloth from hell.