Sad movies should have a disclaimer so you don’t start them on an airplane, then get so involved in the story that you forget where you are and start sobbing in public. On the flight over people stopped trying to hide their disapproval of my blubbering, soggy self. I fully recommend The Fault in Our Stars by the way…when you’re alone, with a box of tissue.
But you know what’s even more distressing than crying in public and having people stare and judge? Crying in public and having no one seem to notice or care. Hello, airline staff?
Sure, when I’m watching a movie I don’t really want the attention, but when we’re landing and my eardrums feel like they are about to burst because apparently I’m not over my cold yet? You know, I’d like someone to ask if I’m ok…like maybe the stewardess…so I can ask if ear drums can burst because you have a cold. Not that knowing would actually help, but I like to be prepared.
