‘The Time Traveler’s Wife’ is my favourite book.
Which is saying a lot, because I read a lot of books. Well, not anymore because I parent until my eyes are burning and then I sleep restlessly and try again, but I used to read. It’s also saying a lot because I hate crying.
I really, really hate crying. I will do pretty much anything to avoid crying. If I’m reading a book and it starts to feel like I might cry, I stop reading it. If it’s a TV show, I change the channel. If it’s a movie, I go to the washroom and stay there for like half an hour until I feel like it’s safe to return. For real.
The first movie I saw in theatres was The Lion King. We were waiting in line outside the theatre. For whatever reason, my sister was mad at me. I’m the baby sister; I don’t know why she was mad, but I’m pretty sure I deserved it. I was so excited to see a movie in the theatre, until my sister turned to me and said: “You know the dad dies, right?”
Hysterical. I. Was. Hysterical. My mom spent the majority of the movie in the lobby with me, trying to calm me down. A few years later we watched it in school and I had to sit in an empty classroom by myself because I couldn’t handle it. I was probably in my 20s before I actually saw the entire thing start to finish.
Seriously. I hate to cry. I will do whatever I can to avoid it.
Emotions are brutal. I’ve started having them again. And really, some days… I could definitely do without them.
But for some reason I keep reading ‘The Time Traveler’s Wife.’ I’ve honestly read it probably six times at least. Apparently I just like torture.