Yesterday I watched the season’s finale of The Good Place, and ugly cried until I resembled a panda.
The mascara of days before was smudged over my face, my eyes turned puffy, and I hugged my black and white panda cat to make the SAD feeling go away. In case you’re wondering why I’m writing this on my blog here’s a spoiler alert: I don’t know.
So know you know I look like a panda when I cry. The obvious reason for this is that I need to clean my face more and better, so make-up residues won’t get mixed up with tears. You also know TV/movies make me cry. Sometimes I think my tears dwell on the surface, grabbing every opportunity to get out. Maybe I haven’t cried enough over the years.
Now I wonder if tears turn sour. I also think of Snape and his last tears and now I kind of want to write a story about a tear stealer.
A sneak peek into three seconds of how my mind works. Kind of want to change the title again, but won’t because otherwise chances are I’ll wake up Pie (inner-editor) and she’ll delete this whole post.