THE IRONY

Let me just preface this post with this: I do not cry in movies. 

I didn't cry in Titanic when Rose let Jack sink to the bottom of the Atlantic.

I didn't cry when Whatshername in A Walk to Remember died after her and Thatoneguy got married.

I didn't cry when Allie and that old man who was supposed to be the old-man-version of Ryan Gosling somehow miraculously died together in the same night in The Notebook.

I DO NOT CRY IN MOVIES.

But I watched Captain Phillips tonight.

And it wasn't that he was held hostage that had my tears flowing, or the fact that [SPOILER ALERT] those Navy Seals shot all three men at the same time and no one even cared that Captain Phillips was splashed with their blood. It wasn't that he was blindfolded when those three died, and it wasn't that he heard those gunshots that were followed by silence and with blood in his mouth cried out, "What was that?!" 

No, no my tears came after that. 

It was when he gets to the doctors and they're trying to fix him up, 
and it was the way he couldn't form a coherent sentence 
and it was that he looked so broken. 

But mostly I cried because no one was giving this man a hug. I know that sounds dumb. But honestly? This man has been held hostage, and he was beaten, and he almost died.
      AND NO ONE COULD GIVE THIS MAN A HUG. 

I know this is just a movie but actually no it's not. Because this happened five years ago. And I don't know if anyone actually gave him a hug, but that's what got me.

The irony of me crying when someone is saved, and not when someone dies.

My life is ironic.

Okay, that's all.

Don't worry, it's going to be okay.