Re: emotional scenes
See, I could die of a broken heart but without turning a tear.
And yet I live in a world where it is assumed that if you don't cry you don’t care.
I recently attended the funeral of someone I loved dearly. A cousin taken by cancer far too young and a sweeter soul than her I’ve never met --truly.
It was tragic and my insides were in turmoil. I’m grieving still. I don’t suppose I will ever stop in one way or another.
I watched people crying during and after the service. Some of those close relations, her parents and siblings were in tatters. Some people on the periphery were crying too, I hated that. I know it is wrong and unjust of me but I thought their tears fraudulent. They never really knew her and wouldn’t feel the loss of her past the next Tuesday, let alone forever. I feel that they cried because others cried and they no doubt cry at the drop of a hat because they are emotionally shallow, without dignity and self-indulgent thinking that crying it is the thing to do whilst staunch and respectful is right and proper in my book.
They also seemed to think that because I didn’t cry that I didn’t care whilst in truth they had a one off sad day but the fabric of my life, my family’s lives was irreparably torn for enternity.
I work with a young lady who cries crocodile tears on tap to cover situations where she has erred. I work with a lovely middle-aged woman who cries at nothing, Irrational floods of emotion over nothing and all due to the menopause, they say.
I’m not a crier.
I’m not going to cry over something fictional that I’ve penned and I can’t relate to those who do.
I apologise for the offence this has caused.