Actually, go cry about it
Crashing out, showing emotions and going back to the roots when crying was always valid.
The second we show up on this planet, out of the safe bubble we lived in for nine months, we scream. We absolutely tear our lungs open and just scream and cry. Seems like an appropriate reaction to seeing this world. So many years later and I still wish to react like that to what surrounds me.
Such a shame that nobody reacts so compassionately to that kind of behavior today as in comparison to the first minutes on Earth.
Crying did get most of us absolute royalty treatment in the first years of living, though. One high-pitched “waah” and immediately a face shows up above us trying to read out what we could possibly need. Food, hug, a Ferrari?
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These two seconds in between falling from a bike at five years old and the most screeching wail you have ever heard are probably the most horrific moments in every parent’s day. You know you have to rush with consolidation (or with a pun, that now we have to cut the limb off). With every “there, there” and each band-aid, the weeping slowly quiets down.
That bird who hit the window and broke its wing when you were nine? You cried for the rest of the day, out of fear that it won’t fly again.
That shell you wanted to take home, but the sea clearly had another plan for it? It was like a lost treasure.
That person you wanted to spend the life with, but they had another plan for themselves? It was like a lost treasure.
Each loss, accident, wound, argument once deserved weeping like it was the end of the world. But one day, we started sobbing a little more quietly from the start, in our rooms. So that nobody could hear. Crying became…private. It is now something much more vulnerable and it always must have a reason.
Now, you “cry like a baby”, men “shouldn't cry” and there is “nothing to cry about”.
A brief break to mention that I am glad we, as a society, keep on telling men that it is more than okay to articulate emotions, cry and feel. The world is healing.
We fell into very polarized environment. Look even at the phrase “crash out”. Melting down is some kind of a silly pun. At the same time, many of us don’t articulate our emotions seriously, out of fear of being told off, misunderstood or laughed at. So we “crash out, divas”.
The thing about crashing out is that we tend to overuse it, if it’s possible. Hell, this phrase is even a cover for one of my posts. Minor things are now a cause to write that phrase and it seems to become a very light statement. Even I overuse it. At least I hope I do - if every time I said that “If x happens, I will crash out” does really happen, I am doomed.
We are in a place where we are able to tell lightly about our feelings, joke a tad about it (recommended at times, it releases the pressure and helps to open up). It is both good, it is always a start, but also it shows that there could be something beneath the surface to take care of.
Last time I used the phrase “I will crash out” in all caps, I actually did. Such a shame.
Nonetheless, even a crash-out does relieve some tension. It could be associated with showing anger, infuriation or crying. Yet, should we all, as a society, just sit down and cry? Stay tuned.
There is a lot of shit in the world that makes us chronically stressed and anxious. For demonstration turn on TV on the news channel for about six minutes. There is a lot of shit in our own lives we have to live with day to day. Every single day we wake up and face shit.
Not that many people can just bear through it with a straight face, though. Hell, I can’t even do it. So, there are coping mechanisms. These include: doomscrolling to forget about all the misery, going silent and ignoring the world, crashing out once in a while, crying.
A proper cry. Not a two-second weep that can be squeezed in between all of the agonizing things we have to go through. No, a whole block in our overloaded calendars to sit and cry. Book your hour now!
Go cry about it.
Not insultingly, heartwarmingly.
It is such a primary instinct to sweat your eyeballs a bit when something is just simply shit or wrong or you are just so tired. We have to rush every day, we face more and more challenges, the world is at least slightly disappointing, we are constantly tired and our cortisol is spiking.
And crying just lets it all out. For these blissful couple of minutes we just let the weight of everything to fall along with the tears.
Not only heartbreaks deserve crying.
We, for dealing with the whole wide world deserve to cry waterfalls once in a while. No matter if we bottle it for ages and the bottle breaks or if we cry on a regular basis and just once have to really feel it, you know?
Sometimes, you just have to give in. And go cry about it.
Show the damn emotions. If the world throws itself at you and does not feel an ounce of shame about it, then you demonstrate to it your own irrigation system at least. We used to cry every single day after we were born. Food? Tear the walls apart with crying for it. A wound? Like an explosion. Go back to the roots and don’t hold back the tears if you even get the slightest hint it could be helpful or just necessary for you to let go. Allow the Earth to spin, pause, and cry.
Water your plants and your eyes,
Zane
Talk it out. Really.
I grew up surrounded by people with ears willing to use them to hear me. I always felt that I can come and talk to my family, sometimes to my friends. There are probably so few problems that I haven’t talked about with anyone I could count them on one hand.