This article from the NYT piqued my interest. You see, I HATE to cry, and rarely do. Sentimental stuff doesn’t turn on the waterworks. Most of the the crying I have done in my life after childhood is the hard, ugly, devastated and/or frustrated kind. The only kind I have ever found cathartic is the one associated with biological reaction to a sudden physical injury.
The author states:
I cry. I am a crier. Crying releases the anger and frustration. Crying gets the sad out, and it humbles me in a good way. In the aftermath of crying, I experience clarity of thought and a burst of productivity.
And then she lists her favorite ways to make herself cry. In the internet era, she likes to seek out soldier surprise homecoming videos, tragic gofundme campaigns. And there are the old standbys – books like Beaches, TV shows like This is Us, and apparently daytime TV such as Ellen deGeneres.
Are you someone who finds crying a welcome release? Do you seek it out? What odd things make you cry?