Picture this: a beautiful leather journal binding thick lined paper with a string to keep everything enclosed…but when you spread it open the words on each page are smudged and little round spots are marked in the paper.
That is literally the diary of a crybaby…my diary to be more specific.
I wish I could say I was one of those people who was emotionally stable enough to keep it all in check, but I am not. My emotions are all over the place and anything over a 6 on the emotional scale (that’s being generous) will have me in tears. This isn’t just for sadness, I cry when I’m happy, excited, bored, overwhelmed…you name an emotion and I guarantee I cannot handle it. But I am learning to live with it. I am a crybaby.
It’s not that I’m unaware of how insane it is, I’m very self aware – I know my tears are uncalled for, but that doesn’t stop them. Actually, trying not to cry makes me cry harder – it’s easier to just let it out and carry on.
The most common reason for my tears, is laughter. Have you heard the saying “if you don’t laugh, you’ll cry”? Yeah well both happen for me every time. Even if something isn’t really THAT funny, I shed a tear. It’s who I am.
But the main challenge is trying to explain my “condition” to others, they don’t understand why there’s a constant stream of tears rolling down my cheek. People either think I’m going through something terrible or I’m a drama queen. Daily life consists of “I’m really fine” and “I’m just a crier”. I’m basically like Nick Viall on his last season of the Bachelor.
PSA: Being a crybaby isn’t so bad