Although it’s been said that sorry is the hardest word, I’ve also heard the following many times: “It’s easy enough to say you’re sorry. Doesn’t mean you mean it.”
Or something like it. Hundreds of times at this point.
It’s a pattern I’ve seen in my own personal life, » Read more
I am a champion crier. For real.
I cry when I’m happy. Cry when I’m sad. When I’m tired.
In my own case, it feels like there’s an emotional thermometer inside of me, and when the mercury in it rises enough (for whatever reason) to overwhelm the system and break the glass — » Read more
It’s a funny thing. I was raised in an environment where crying was forbidden — and a punishable offense.
My mother herself was quick to tears, and that was tolerated of course. I unfortunately inherited a similar disposition. But my own crying wasn’t permissible. Especially not around my father.
Dad was uncomfortable with crying. » Read more
I have a habit of crying at airports. But only when I’m flying alone. And especially when I’m leaving someone I don’t want to leave. In a city where I don’t live yet. But maybe if everything falls into place, I will soon.
It was like that back in 2011, when I was flying to see Rob in Ohio. » Read more
My entire life I’ve been that person that others feel comfortable opening up to. I’m not sure what it is, exactly. Maybe it’s because I’m so average looking, like a movie extra. The girl next door. Cute when viewed from certain angles but not terribly distinctive in appearance.
I personally find it weirdly easy to form positive impressions of new folks when they look like people from my past I’m quite fond of (transference, » Read more
Crying in the Shower
I slump against the shower wall, fumbling for the spout.
As soon as the hot water hits me, water springs from my own eyes. It’s like a rainstorm in the desert. My lungs open like desert blooms, and I sob with my full might.
I hear footsteps in an adjacent room. » Read more
I literally love my husband so much that it makes me cry.
When I stop to think about it, really, really think about it… well, it’s over. Waterworks.
I’ve told him before that this happens to me and asked if he did the same. He said it doesn’t, that we’re different people so we’re going to experience love in separate ways. » Read more