If you know me personally, you know that I cry. Often. Silly things too.
I have cried happy, I have cried sad. I have cried scared, and frustrated, and angry, and hurt and confused and excited and just about every other emotion.
The point is I cry a lot.
Today, I cried 7 times. (I had to correct this from 4 when I finished the list below)
- The first time today was when I was sitting in Urgent Care and they Doctor told me I had mono.
- Incident two happened when I was trying to drive home I got stuck in traffic and flipped off by a pedestrian.
- The third case of waterworks occurred when I sat down and realized how much work I had to do and that I actually couldn’t rest, even though I took the day off from work.
- I also cried after hugging my mother.
- And when I couldn’t understand physics
- That one happened twice.
- The seventh time, is now. It’s 9PM. I wanted to shower 10 hours ago. My whole body hurts and I feel incapable.
Today has been a sad crying day.
But sometimes they’re not all bad.
When it comes to be my time of the month my hormones go on a rampage. (I end up with hormonal screeches…)
Once, on the peak day of PMS, I was leaving work and when I got into my truck I was expecting to see my “Check Engine” staring into my soul and draining my bank account. It took me half a mile away from work to realize that it had turned off.
And you know what happened?
I had to pull off the road and get myself together. And then when I got my parents house we all had a chuckle over ice cream.
Lots of things make me cry, for good and bad reasons.
I cry when,
- I realize how much someone has helped me
- I can’t understand my homework
- When I make a traffic mistake and people are visibly upset
- Someone gives me a meaningful hug
- Someone holds me when I can’t hold myself together
- I think about losing someone
- I realize how much I want chocolate
- My living space is a mess
- People frustrate me
- My piano students do well
I kind of just expect to cry now a days. It happens so often I learn to just roll with it.
Crying isn’t always a bad thing.
Actually, it usually makes me feel better.