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We cry when we're sad. We cry when we're happy. We cry when we're overly frustrated. Sometimes we cry for no reason at all.
Tears fascinate me because they come and go as they please, no matter what the context of the individual's circumstance is. Isn't it strange how our eyes can form tears and release them in completely opposite situations? It baffles me a bit, but in the end a good cry for whatever reason never fails to leave you feeling like you lost a lot of unwanted weight (for all you dieters out there). Tears are just inherently satisfying, although some would hate to admit they're capable of weeping like a child as an adult. Some of the greatest joys in my life were as a child, so I'm not ashamed to admit that I adhere to a "do cry policy" when necessary. However, crying just isn't the same as I remember. I can recall being able to weep for hours while making incomprehensible screams (for extra kicks) when I was younger. And after I'd feel so amazingly refreshed that I could continue playing in my pretend kitchen as if I hadn't just gotten in trouble for trying to cook real food in it.
Maybe it's the pressure of society and culture, but it's so much harder for me to cry out loud like that even when I'm all alone. Tears don't form as easily as they used to, and when they do finally reach the edges of my tear ducts they tend to hold themselves back from fully unleashing. I can't remember the last time I had a really, really good cry... the kind that makes you feel so rejuvenated you think you can handle anything. When I feel too much is building up inside of me, I can sense that the only way to knock any of it down is if I let out some bulldozing tears. So I'm patiently waiting for that trigger, whether it's from a good or bad source. This may sound really immature but I really want to wail like an infant (even for only a few minutes) so I can release any tension my body refuses to express differently.
Maybe I should just snuggle under a blanket and watch a sad sappy love story all by myself, and if I have a tub of cookies and cream ice cream it'll put me more "in the mood". Or maybe I should just break my own leg and cry on the way to the hospital... totally kidding! Well, I don't know if watching a sad movie will stimulate me as much as I hope, but now I'm seriously craving some ice cream.