Crying...over what exactly?

So imagine this...

You are in a public meeting of your peers, boss and strangers. Afterwards, instead of leaving gracefully with a smile and Queen Elizabeth wave, you decide, stupidly, "this is the moment to confront a colleague about a superficial but nagging issue."

Suddenly, Madame pre-Menopause, full moon, PMS crazy karma-pathetic-child-within-alter-ego decides it is time to cry...and cry and cry (Did I say this peer is a man and you are a woman? Should not matter, but GDI in our society we know it does).

Poor, poor bewildered colleague. "WTF?" he thinks, while nodding and trying to slowly back away gracefully. Others approach meanwhile and suddenly back off like they touched a hot stove. "Oh, I see.." they acknowledge.

Eventually you excuse yourself and splash your face in the thankfully empty bathroom and take three deep breaths (thanks Mom, but it does not really work) and sneek out to your car, passing concerned faces on the way. You breath-and-sob-and breathe some more. You call your bewildered husband and warn him to tell the girls "Danger, Danger, Mom's a mess...do not be afraid when she comes home with sobby face and tears."

Who has time for this really?

I do not know why this "deep crying" happens. There is a full moon. I am possibly, even at 42, ovulating. And my sister is having a tough situation maybe it's long distance empathy. Or the economy sucks, Japan is in chaos and we are probably going to war...again!

For guidance, since it was midnight and my family and friends would not appreciate me asking, "Why do I cry?" i consulted the internet. Here is what I found at webmd.com...which ironically would not allow me to copy/paste little tidbits of wisdom, hence the entire website link: http://www.webmd.com/balance/features/why-we-cry-the-truth-about-tearing-up.

Informative as it is, however, I did not appreciate the practicality of the suggestion to "watch a funny video or read a magazine." Yup, I always have those on hand when I need them most!

Puh-leez! Just let it flow and beg forgiveness the next day. Or watch a Hulu episode of Glee (or substitute your favorite TV show or video).

We are only human after all.

Sniff...blow...breath!

Comments

  1. Ann F.March 23, 2011 at 11:00 AM

    I did not know you were blogging! Good for you. Do it, sister. The workplace crying happens. Usually symptom of something completely unrelated, I have found.

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