Day 198: Have a good cry.

Originally scheduled for Sunday, July 17.

There are people that enjoy “having a good cry” on occasion: I am not one of those people. Never have been.

I don’t cry at movies. I don’t cry at weddings. I don’t even cry at funerals.

I cried when my children were born. Each time, it was a spontaneous losing of my shit. I though I was prepared the second time around, but no, I wasn’t — I cried more than either of the kids did, and they were the ones transitioning from the comforts of the womb (I guess wombs are comfortable?) to the harsh reality of being alive.

Other than that, I don’t cry. I mean, I’m sure I’ve cried in moments of extreme stress a few times in my adult life, but those were brief moments, and I have no desire to repeat them. I don’t find crying cathartic. Maybe that’s a sign that I should do it more often? How would that work? Have a few drinks, watch a sad movie — but which one? Steel Magnolias? — and maybe drop a hammer on my foot for good measure: that might do it, but only the “have a few drinks” part sounds remotely appealing.

Also, there was that one time that I cried in the shower — but if you haven’t heard that story, you’re out of luck, because it’s not getting told here.

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One Comment on “Day 198: Have a good cry.”

  1. Steve Goldsmith says:

    Chris probably got that whole not crying thing from me. I don’t remember a good cry anytime in my 55 years on this planet. I have had a few eye-burning, throat-tightening, lip-quivering moments of tearfulness, but those have been few and far between, and have mostly been associated with events that would have most people breaking down in seriously good cries.

    I tend to laugh at funerals. I haven’t been to one in a while, but I remember my grandmother’s funeral, in a small baptist church in a small town in eastern Oklahoma – the “choir” sang Amazing Grace, and they were so off-key it was painful. But funny.


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