Crying sucks!!
I hate crying. I really hate it. The problem is that I usually manage to avoid it for so long that something stupid or unimportant starts me off. Of course, once I've started tearing up over that stupid thing, all is lost. Then I might as well settle in for the long hall and cry about all the things I've avoided crying about, 'cause I'm not going to be able to stop. Of course, the person responsible for the unimportant thing that started it all then feels completely horrible because I'm crying so much. Ahhhhh!!!! Why must eyes leak? Why must noses then clog and run forever afterward? I don't think it's the crying that bothers me as much as that last one. I mean, I'm upset enough, hence the crying, and then I can't breathe. Of course, since I know this happens to me, I could just cry when I need to, instead of bottling it all up to explode at one time, but, no, that makes too much sense for me.
So, the point of this rant is that this happened last night. Darrell's still sore from his wreck, and he moved wrong (because of me) and got hurt. It's not that big a deal, but I felt bad, and the tears started. Of course, then he felt bad because I was crying, and I didn't want to tell him why (It was a stupid reason.) Of course, with all the stuff that's been going on this week, I couldn't stop crying. Darrell then felt worse when I told him why I was crying (him hurting himself) because he felt responsible. Since he wasn't actually responsible, him feeling bad just made me feel worse, which resulted in. . . more crying. It was a vicious cycle.
The up side is, once I was finally done crying, I really did feel better. So, even though crying sucks, it did accomplish something. I just wish it could find a better, less annoying way to do it.
So, the point of this rant is that this happened last night. Darrell's still sore from his wreck, and he moved wrong (because of me) and got hurt. It's not that big a deal, but I felt bad, and the tears started. Of course, then he felt bad because I was crying, and I didn't want to tell him why (It was a stupid reason.) Of course, with all the stuff that's been going on this week, I couldn't stop crying. Darrell then felt worse when I told him why I was crying (him hurting himself) because he felt responsible. Since he wasn't actually responsible, him feeling bad just made me feel worse, which resulted in. . . more crying. It was a vicious cycle.
The up side is, once I was finally done crying, I really did feel better. So, even though crying sucks, it did accomplish something. I just wish it could find a better, less annoying way to do it.