Saturday, November 08, 2008
"Marley and Me"
One of the most embarrassing/traumatic experiences of my entire life was when we read "Where the Red Fern Grows" in school. It was the sixth grade. I've always been a little hyper-sensitive to the suffering of dogs (people too), so I knew that this had the potential of being a very humiliating afternoon at school where I could potentially burst into tears every time I thought about the book (I have enough tears to pull it off, anyway). So my mom had this idea that maybe I could de-sensitive myself to it by reading it at home first. That way when I got to school, I would already knew what happened and it wouldn't be so traumatic. In theory it was a brilliant idea. And it seemed to be working. I read the part where the dogs died at home several times, burst into tears every time, and eventually I started thinking that it would be possible to make it through that passage without making a total dork of myself at school. But alas, it didn't quite work out. Turns out that with all my reading, I knew exactly what would happen and when, and just the thought of it made me tear up and it was all down hill from there. However, the crowning achievement of dorkhood was obtained when I cried again during the movie after I unsuccessfully tried to convince my teacher that I shouldn't watch it. I even remember pretending to be sick that morning, but I think my mom was pretty smart and realized I just didn't want to go to school. I probably should have pretended to be sick at school so that I could go down to the office and lay peacefully on the little cot and wait for my mom to pick me up, but I didn't think of that in time.
Needless to say, all you have to do is say the words, "where the red fern grows," and I'll tear up. All those dog dying stories... I'm just not a fan. People keep telling that I need to watch "My Dog Skip" because he's a Jack Russel and behaves like Sam, but I know Skip dies at the end, and I'm just not ever sure I'm up for it. People keep telling me that it's different in "My Dog Skip" because Skip had lived a long time and had a great life and dies a happy dog. And I see their point, I really do. But it's still brutal to watch. So, I think I'll try to watch "Marley and Me," and we'll go from there. Brian's not too excited about watching it with me and he's probably hoping we can watch it alone so he won't have to explain that I have a hard time with dog dying movies to anyone else. I'll let you know how it goes. It'll be a while before we can watch it, but I'll keep you posted.