Students cry. Sometimes there’s
no particular reason to cry. You just do it, because the sadness of human
existence suggests this might be best. I didn’t cry for about four or five
years of my life, when I was a teenager. When it finally broke through, it was
excruciating, terrible, literally painful. I thought it was some kind of
transcendent transforming moment. Bullshit. I hated it. I really hated it. Now, it’s much easier because I’m done with the
strictures that say men don’t cry. It triggers from small, trivial things. Almost
exclusively when I’m alone. (I don’t admit this publicly. Come to think of it, I’m
not admitting it now.)
"But this lady looked beyond frown." Another winner.
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