I have been that way my entire life. I shed one small tear at my brother’s funeral and none at my Dad’s (and since I was a Daddy’s girl, it wasn’t because of lack of love). And none at sister’s or other brother’s funerals. I just don’t seem to bring up any tears. I did, however, cry a lot when mom died and have no idea why the difference. But let me see a movie, or even a commercial, and the waterworks begin, especially if it concerns a dog. And I’ve cried enough tears watching Days that I could water the entire front yard. So it comes down to…real life – zip; pretend – no problemo.
Okay, Dr. Freud, this couch?