Thoughts on Crying

I'm a huge cry baby.  If I have a strong emotion of any kind, I cry.  This used to embarrass me, especially when I was younger.  I used to be mortified that I couldn't (and still can't) get through a difficult conversation without my eyes welling up with tears.  Imagine being in a silly fight with your sister over a nail polish and welling up with tears because you were just SO MAD.  It A. makes you lose the upper hand in the argument and B. gives your sister some great ammunition about what a baby you are.  It is a serious inconvenience to say the least.

Now, however, I've come to accept the fact that I will, at some point, cry all over every single person I will ever meet.  Sorry man in the grocery store check out.  Sorry boss.  Sorry world.  It's just me.  Tears are as natural to me as laughter, smiles, and breathing.

I remember seeing the final Harry Potter movie and having Daniel literally pretend he didn't know me because I was ugly crying in the theater.  I'm talking can't control your breathing, making crying sounds, rasping for breath crying.  It was seriously mortifying.

Due to the humiliation that comes with being a cry baby, I used to say I would give anything to control my tears that unwittingly come at the most inconvenient of times.  Here's my formal retraction of that statement.  It is what it is!  I am me and there's no changing that.

Everyone cries...mine is just a little more public.  It's like a group experience :)

Random post, I know, but something I've been thinking about and wanted to write about.

Thanks for reading!