I am going to be honest here and confess that I have cried more as a 30-year-old woman than I did as an emo teen that listened to Korn and Limp Biscuit.
And it is not that I am crying because I am sad. I am crying out of frustration and over the unshakable feeling that the world is bringing me more ish that I don't have the energy to deal with. I also cry when I feel like there is nothing left to be done.
"I am happy that you have tears to exhaust. I don't," my friend admitted the other day as she secretly spoke to me while at work.
People have a lot of words of wisdom for children about adulthood. Be responsible. Think before you act. Save your money. My words for the next generation are as follows: life brings you tears. Invest in Kleenex. Cucumber slices really don't help with eye swelling. If you are going to cry all day, get a lot of sleep.
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