I promise I’m not a monster.
I have a feeling I’ll be saying that quite a bit over the next few weeks, as more and more people confide, “Oh my God. I cried five or six times during The Fault in Our Stars!” or “I sobbed through the entire final act” or, as a midnight text from my sister declared, “I want to watch TFIOS again, but not right now because I have a headache from crying so much.”
I nodded along when people spilled to me, because it was a very sad movie; one that I quite enjoyed as well. But I’m a bit nervous to admit the truth: I didn’t cry once. Not even close. Not even a little bit. Not even at all. And with Twitter and Tumblr seemingly becoming Countdowns to Feelings all week long, and people talking about how they’re flat-out excited to let the waterworks run as part of a communal experience in theaters, I’m afraid I’m close to alone. READ FULL STORY