I feel like crying sometimes. At the movies, or during certain sappy TV commercials or while reading a Nicholas Sparks novel. And at other times too, when I couldn’t even say why.
But tears seemed useless. I couldn’t see the point of them or how they fixed anything that that was wrong. Besides, the idea of crying reminds me of feeling weak and incompetent.
Crying never changes anything and it gives you a really bad headache in the morning. I read once that if you don’t cry, all your tears would back up and make a pool inside you, until one day, someday, maybe when it’s very inconvenient, you’ll have to cry. I don’t know whether to believe that or not. But if you ever feel like you’re going to cry, you can stop it by squeezing the bridge of your nose and looking up like you’re trying to see the top of your head.
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