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Random Observations
Nov. 22nd, 2011 08:42 pmI have never managed to master the art of being a pretty cryer. There are some women - some people, I suppose - who can cry and stay pretty, like television characters. Silent, individual tears, wide eyes, open face, somehow managing to seem peaceful even in the middle of their misery.
Not me. I've learned how to hold off on crying when I need to; how to look up at the ceiling and blink my eyes until the overflow stops and how to keep quiet and contained when I have to, but once I hit the point where I need to do that, eventually it's all going to come bursting out.
I can wait until I'm home from work or outside or in a safe place, but once I finally do start, I cry like a six-year-old. Loud, wailing sobs, runny nose, red face, clutching at whoever or whatever I can reach, floods of tears that soak the shirt of whoever happens to be my unfortunate clinging-post... and I can't stop until it's completely played out and I'm an exhausted, embarrassed, headachy, shaky ball.
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In other news, today has not been a good day. But I'm grateful for friends who happen to already be there when I call them saying I need them, and to a husband who will hold me and let me bawl on him until I've cried myself out, and then hold me some more....
Not me. I've learned how to hold off on crying when I need to; how to look up at the ceiling and blink my eyes until the overflow stops and how to keep quiet and contained when I have to, but once I hit the point where I need to do that, eventually it's all going to come bursting out.
I can wait until I'm home from work or outside or in a safe place, but once I finally do start, I cry like a six-year-old. Loud, wailing sobs, runny nose, red face, clutching at whoever or whatever I can reach, floods of tears that soak the shirt of whoever happens to be my unfortunate clinging-post... and I can't stop until it's completely played out and I'm an exhausted, embarrassed, headachy, shaky ball.
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In other news, today has not been a good day. But I'm grateful for friends who happen to already be there when I call them saying I need them, and to a husband who will hold me and let me bawl on him until I've cried myself out, and then hold me some more....
