I am a crier. When is the last time you really let loose and shed tears? Is it a sign of weakness or humanity that I am able to turn on the water works so easily? Sometimes, I am not sure if it is a gift or a curse to be so in touch with my emotions.
blubber on at the closing of a door
There were times in life where I cried daily. People remarked jokingly that I could cry from something as simple as a closing door Sad commercials would set me off and thinking about what could have been or what should be would send me wailing. Sometimes it is a cathartic sob would erupt while others left me bone dry and unsatisfied.
I can’t go to the movies without bringing a stash of Kleenex. Tears often cause my nose to run. I don’t want to be stuck wiping tears and other stuff on my shirt sleeve. It is a foregone conclusion that I will weep
somewhat gratuitously. So if you either accompany me or see me at the cinema, prepare yourself.
don’t hold back
When I attempt to stifle back tears, I dive into a funk. It’s kinda like which came first, the chicken or the egg? I don’t know if I cry because I am depressed or if crying itself can cause sadness?
Whatever the trigger, I openly embrace it as part of my general makeup. I am a passionate individual who wears emotions on the outside for the world to see. Maybe I should be afraid of the vulnerability which ensues, How can I maintain a professional exterior while acting like a lamented teenager?
I prefer to follow a flawed leader than one who seeks perfection. It is OK to be strong yet vulnerable. I consider it humanizing to be emotional yet decisive. I do not judge those who weep when happy or sad. In my mind, it is all good.
What triggers the sobfest in you? Are you the stoic type who believes in sucking it up and hiding your feelings from others? What is the last thing you remember crying about? Please share your thoughts and stories.