I love tearjerkers

I love tearjerkers. Whether it's a book or a movie as long as it makes me cry, the said book or movie will easily become a favorite.

In fact, there are moments where I spend almost half of my waking hours on Google browsing through some lists of tear jerking books and movies. Some recommendations are spot on, while there are others that makes me question the emotional stability of those people who put up the lists.

E.g. Thirteen Reasons Why, Letters to Juliet, Big Fish, etc.

I do wonder if I should be worried about it. It wasn't as if I had a spotless perfect childhood that made me crave for sad stories. I had my fair share of drama growing up, and I still experience some from time to time.

My friends attributed it to my morbidity, that I enjoy watching other people suffer. While that's partly true--only if you're in my "hate list"--I don't think that's good enough of a reason to enjoy stories ending with a heartbroken protagonist, or ending the protagonist for good.

Thinking about it, the reason I readily give to other people regarding my addiction to tragic stories is that I greatly appreciate writers--authors and screenwriters--who can pull my heart strings just because they have the power to do so. If that's not good enough, then I guess I'm fine being called a psycho.

And though I may hate the author or the screenwriter for a while for having broken my heart, I'd still have this warm feeling in my tummy and a faint smile on my face knowing I'd just read/watched a masterpiece. Take Gayle Forman's If I Stay and John Green's The Fault in Our Stars as an example.

Still that doesn't mean that I enjoy seeing my favorite characters die. I mean, I was seriously gutted when Sybil died. Though I wasn't particularly sure if it was the suddenness of her death or the fact that she died sporting a horrendous hair do.

I also didn't appreciate having celebrated my Christmas (2012) witnessing Matthew Crawley die in a stupid accident. Seriously Julian Fellowes, that's not how you make a Christmas Special!

And if you're wondering how I reacted after witnessing the Red Wedding episode on Game of Thrones, here's how:

Yes, I read the book, so imagine my excitement as I witnessed a fellow officemate (who didn't read the book) reacted as she watched the massacre unfold in front of her.

Guess I'm a psycho after all.