When I was younger, about once a month I would have these epic crying moments and they were really, really loud and dramatic. My dad would sympathetically tell me to stop so that the neighbors wouldn't think that he was beating me. However, somewhere around 25 or 26 I completely stopped crying. I'm pretty sure that the last time I cried was last August when my grandma died, but there have been two times in New York where I came really close.
The first time, I was waiting for the subway and I was standing next to a young, Muslim pregnant woman. Another woman came down the stairs with a child and she suddenly stopped and started yelling in his face, "Youse stupid, you hear me!" It started getting really bad and I glanced over at the expectant mother and tears were streaming down her cheeks. My eyes suddenly got misty and I started sniffing, but I managed to pull it in because a crowded subway platform is a bad place for a meltdown.
A few days after that (I think that I might have mentioned this before), a homeless man got up and shared this story about how his family kicked him out when he was diagnosed with A.I.D.s and that made me start to tear up and I gave him $1.00. For some reason I thought that that was just the saddest story. So last night, I saw the same man on the subway and thought, "Oh no, this story is so sad, I don't want to hear it again." Then he stated, "Ladies and Gentleman, I'm out on the street because my wallet was stolen and I can't get another i.d." Ok, so he not only changed his story, but he changed it to a stupid one!! I bet those people with a sign, "I'm deaf, please help me," aren't really deaf either. I need a refund!
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Girl, amazing what things you cry at. I stopped crying for a while, but now I cry during almost every movie I watch and church service. Embrace it!
ReplyDeleteRemember the square in Tasco, Mexico? Opening your bag and handing out gum, hair clips, money, pens, old certs, and whatever else was stuck in there to begging kids.
ReplyDeleteHey, at least it was only a dollar.
ReplyDeleteI quit crying for a year once. It was the last year of my mission.
Yesterday, I cried after I got home from a quilt show because they wouldn't allow strollers in, so I carried my 20lb son and gently tugged my daughter away from the quilts for an hour while the strollers waited outside. I felt deeply wronged by all of the wheelchair riders. I think the crying was more because I ate red meat the day before after a long vegetarious streak. How's that for random?