Tonight, I cried in a movie theater

Since this is the first week of attempted blogging, I am exploring still.

Tonight I fulfilled my need for chick-flicks. I watched The Last Song, with Miley Cyrus and Greg Kinnear. It was a great movie. I didn't have my standards too high, as it is Miley/Hannah on screen, but she did a great job. I laughed alot, but most importantly, I cried. I will admit it. I bawled my eyes out the last half of the movie. I came into the movie knowing I would cry. It's a Nicholas Sparks book, after all? I have been told that every book is a tearjerker. (I have not read any books yet. I am struggling to decide whether reading his books is below me as an English major. I have been so overwhelmed with 'literature' that anything non-'literature' is difficult on my conscience to read now. One of the many hazards of being an English major.)
Anyways-back onto somewhat topic-I watched a sad, sad movie that made me cry and it made me wonder: why on earth do I put myself through that? I knew I was going to cry. I hate crying in public, though I'm an emotional person and cry easy. What was going on in my brain that decided, yes, I want to see this movie regardless of my impending emotional state? Who knows. For some reason, I am drawn to chick-flicks, cheesy romantic comedies, predictable plotlines, and unrealistic characters. Maybe I want to envision my life like theirs? I think I sit in the movie theater, images reeling by, and I wish life could be as easy as the movies. Everything will go great until a crisis hits, but everyone in the audience knows it will work out. It always works out. I do not watch movies where it doesn't work out. I want some sort of assurance that my life, in the crazy ups and downs, will be ok in the end. Is that too much to ask? I hope I am not too weird about this.
Another reason I love these movies is because I have a very active imagination. Put into practice, it looks like putting myself in the movie, running the scenes over in my head. How would I react if this happened to me? Would I say yes? Would I run away? How would I handle tragedy? Well? Badly? (...if you cannot tell yet, I think in questions and most likely think too much.) I think of it as mentally prepping myself for what 'might' happen. I can see it work out on the movie screen, so I have hope it will work out for me. Sounds a little weird, I know, but its true.
Anyways-I got my crying jag out of the way tonight and feel a little shell-shocked from it all. It felt good to cry, and I really enjoyed the movie. My heart is happy and that is really all I want out of my girly movies.