It's not you, it's me.

It has come to my attention that I may have a problem with crying during movies. And books. And tv shows. I cry when there are happy endings (and horrifically sad ones too). Latest example:

The Office. Pam and Jim's wedding.

Maybe it was the lack of sleep after working the past 3 days and knowing I had to be up in 6 hours to work another day. Maybe it was the memories of watching the show when it first came on with my roommates in Utah and hoping they'd end up together. Or the fact that Jim was so cute. Ahh, Jim. The first time I watched this episode I laughed, the second time I laughed and teared up (ok, I cried, but they were happy tears). Now I just laugh.

Yes, I realize this is a fictional tv show and that characters like these don't exist in real life (although NBC went to the trouble of making this for the obsessed fans-I only found it when I was looking for photos online-stop judging me even more). Still, I don't care. I get attached to characters. I have a problem.

In the words of Gob Bluth: "Taste the happy [tears], Michael. Taste it."