I first saw reference 2 this subject in a Glamor Health and Fitness Blog http://www.glamour.com/health-fitness/blogs/vitamin-g/2010/06/have-you-ever-burst-into-tears.html
Then followed it 2 here…
I cry when I’m sad
I cry when I’m happy
I cry at reruns of Little House on the Prairie
I cry when I’m scared
I cry when my twin sister cries
I cry when I’m hurt
I cry when I’m frustrated
I eat when I’m bored (but that’s another blog)
I’ve been emotional since the day I was born. Just like the rest of you, I cried the minute my eyes saw daylight. Difference is…most of you have all since gained control over your emotions, specifically your tears. Or have you? I surely have not. Just ask my husband, Jim.
The only person who gets more frustrated with my crying (than me) is the man who I married. Yep, that’s right. The man who vowed to love me till ‘death do us part’ leaves the room in the middle of a conversation/discussion/argument announcing, “I CAN’T TALK TO YOU WHEN YOU ARE LIKE THIS!” (A.K.A. crying).
Crying. Is that a sign of weakness? Does it tell the world that I am truly an emotional mess? Or does it mean I’m just plain out of control?
Can’t control my own tears? Frustrating ’cause I am a self-confessed control freak but when I can’t get a grip on those tear ducts I just get even more frustrated (embarrassed) and cry – you guessed it-even more.
It’s much worse in public. I’m not even a cute crier. My nose gets red, not like a cherry, more like Rudolph. I snort like Charlotte’s pig, Wilber and then I begin hyperventilating.
Can anyone relate?
My mother-n-law can relate. That’s right, her son leaves the room but this woman sits next 2 me with a beautiful cross-stitched, hand-made, heirloom, hand-me-down comforting hankey.
Maybe it’s a gender thing? Mom understands me AND my emotional self. That lovely woman told me that God saves all of our tears in a jar in Heaven. (I actually thought that was Mom’s own creative prose till I Googled the phrase and discovered it’s straight from the Bible.)
If it’s not a gender issue then maybe it’s genetics. My sister, Donna is just as emotional, so is our mom. One of my daughters has the ‘curse’ of weak tears ducts as well…the other one just makes fun of us.
So, I’m wondering if I should consider this crying thing of mine a character flaw? Should I be working on it? I do thrive on projects.
Or maybe I could just look forward to the day that I get 2 see that tear jar in Heaven…I could take some pride in the fact that I may just have the biggest reservoir there! Ahhh..happy tears!
Editors note…Not only am I a control freak AND possibly an emotional mess at times…I am also a bit competitive.