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When Was the Last Time You Had a Good Cry?
I’m very emotional these days. Today, even baseball made me cry. I actually shed tears when my former home town team, the San Francisco Giants, won an historic victory in the playoffs. It was the perfect win-against-all-odds narrative that I needed for my own inspiration. Yeah, I know. It’s just sports. But oddly, it gave me hope. When is the last time you welled up?
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I am a very strong believer in the need for a good cry. I can usually feel myself getting a bit over-emotional if I haven’t had a proper cry for a while and will look for something (like a sad film or book) to push the tears out. I feel fresh and renewed afterwards! I also do small cries and get teary at things (like people achieving something). I just seem to like to cry!
I agree, Kit. It’s very cleansing.
I’m in 100% agreement. I cry (in private) all the time. Sometimes it’s as insignificant as the senitment behind a Little Debbie snack cake commercial. Sometimes it’s because of tough life issues. Sometimes it’s at work because I’m just that angry and am an unfortunate angry crier. Other than the last bit, it’s a welcome release.
Little Debbie. That’s hysterical. But I totally get it.
I used to cry at those ATT reach and touch commercials. I tear often and find crying cathartic.
But I agree, the angry cry is less optimal; often embarrassing with less release factor.
I’m so relieved to know that you also cry at commercials. Whew!
I would have to say I had a good cry before I went off on leave for a good two weeks plus. I just got off of my shift work schedule and my emotions were ready to let loose. The night before I was to go to VA Beach my kitchen faucet sprung a leak and water got all over the stuff I keep under the sink. I had a plumber make an emergency visit and he quickly solved the problem with minimal cost. The next day I was a bag of emotion and when the cats did not submit to being put in their carriers, I had an emotional melt down. I yelled at the poor creatures and then went downstairs into the basement and burst into tears. I laid on the carpet and just sobbed. All the pent up stress of the last six months poured out of me. My cats came downstairs and just watched me sob. Then little Sasha came up to me and rolled over on to her back and offered her belly for a rub. That is the ultimate sign of trust a cat can give. I gave her good rub of her belly and apologized to her and her buddy Shadow. After I calmed down, they were ready to go in their carriers and go to the “kitty spa.” I felt relieved after that.
Yep, I’m a cryer. I tear up over baseball games, sentimental commercials, radio shows, you name it. Every once in a while, a movie or something from This American Life on the radio brings out the sobs. I have to say, I don’t like getting so emotionally worked up. I don’t recover from a big cry very quickly. I feel depleted and completely exhausted afterwards and just want to crawl in bed.
Jalina: aren’t cats wonderful? 🙂