Have you ever had one of those days when you just want to cry?
I have those all the time-as a matter of fact, I would like to cry right now but I won't because then my nose will start running and I will have to go fetch a tissue and I am all comfy on my couch... so comfy that I could cry.
See, it is a vicious cycle.
I have a friend who says that you are only allowed to cry if there is blood.
That may be the reason why I always feel the urge to cry when I am on my period. Blood is blood right-no one said it had to be a self inflicted wound-or even a wound that you inflict upon someone else... hmmm?
So last night I was home alone and for some reason I felt like crying.
I decided to have a party all by myself and it ended up being a pity party. Some people (men) may think that pity parties are silly. Some people (men) may think that pity parties are useless. Some people (men) may even think that pity parties are for the weak and powerless.
But I say O contraire mon frere!
I think crying is an amazing release. It is kind of like on Thanksgiving when you eat your weight in mashed potatoes, gravy, stuffing and turkey and you need to either burp or fart in order to make room for the pumpkin pie with whipped cream.
There is nothing like a good cry to put your life back into perspective.
Someone talking about you and you can't violate your probation? Cry.
Dairy Queen stop making the Brownie Batter Blizzard because it was only around for a month? Cry.
Your neighbor's dog take a crap in your front yard and you step in it when you are mowing? Cry.
Go to the store for a gallon of milk and come home with three bags of crap that cost over $100 and somehow forget to buy the milk? Cry.
Need to go to an appointment that you are late for and as you rush into your car with your hair on fire and your temper a blazin' and look down and see that you are out of gas? Cry.
Lose your keys? Cry.
Lose the elastic in your favorite bra? Cry.
Lose the remote and have to get up and turn the channel-only you have one of those TVs that will only work if you have the remote? Cry.
Get out of the shower only to realize that you forgot to put a towel in the bathroom and you have to walk through the house, down the hall and in front of a picture window in order to get to the linen closet for a fresh one and no less than 5 people see you naked-including the mailman through the picture window? Cry.
Forget to take a DVD back to the library for a month and have a $30 fine for Barbie's Princess Tea? Cry.
Going out on the weekend and find that your lucky panties are in the laundry (oh, you know as well as I do that we all have that one pair of panties that are our favorites-don't deny it)? Cry.
Rearrange your schedule, bathe the kids, get them in bed and put your pj's on so you can watch your favorite television show in quiet and comfort only to find that every channel has the Presidential Address on it? Cry.
Honestly crying could be the answer for just about anything in life. It is good and I bet it saves a lot of women from winding up on the program "Snapped-Women Who Kill" on the Biography channel.
So go ahead and cry! Let it out. You'll feel better I promise... I know about these kind of things.