Le fabuleux destin d'Amélie Poulain
Apparently, I just cannot watch a movie without crying anymore. Even a movie that's as funny and quirky as "Amelie", I teared up with her at the end when she was imagined that the man of her dreams was buying ingredients for her cake only to wake up to find that it was all a dream.
For Amelie at least, the reason is that I can relate so well to how she is feeling (from previous experiences). But even for movies that seem to have no connection to my current life (take, Australia or The Time Traveler's Wife), I STILL manage to cry. Once I see the world from their eyes, once I understand what they're going through, I cannot help but feel their pain as if it is my own. All together, definitely not a trait you'd want in a doctor. Who's ever heard of a physician that burst out crying whenever she walks into an examination room?
This particular form of emotional catharsis I seem to have also highly embarrasses whoever I see a movie with. Sometime soon in the near future, all my friends will cease going to movies with me and I will be one of those loners at movies who sobs into her handkerchief whenever the music starts playing.