|From Ruby's BBQ, men's rest room, Austin, TX|
It feels good to cry. I never was much good at it. My father told me to stop crying when my mother died. That wouldn't have been so bad except it was so hard to cry that I was glad I was crying—glad that I was feeling something.
But then, when he was dying, he got mad at me because I wasn't crying. He told me that this was a very somber moment and that I should be sad. But he was so beautiful in his acceptance of death that I laughed.
It is convenient to half cry because I can wipe my tears with one hand. Tears are kind of salty and cool. Maybe that's why they feel so good.
I suspect it is my body that cries. My mind looks at things very differently. It views the costs and benefits of the situation. A tree dies and I say to myself, “now the sunlight can hit the pond.” I don't feel much for the tree, until I feel this cool drip seeping down my cheek. Then I ponder, “Oh no, the grand tree is gone!”
P.S. As I read this out loud to my writing group, tears started coming from the left too. Someone handed me a box of tissues. That's a first for me.
P.P.S. Think I'll call the eye doctor, in hopes that it is my heart and not something less serious.
P.P.P.S. I have an eye appointment at 2pm. Stay tuned.
P.P.P.P.S. The eye doc said I have matted eye lashes and that I should wash them three times a day with Johnson Baby Shampoo, diluted 1:1, for a week. He was concerned that I didn't know what 1:1 meant. I told him that photographers know that. Of course, this disease has a cool name: blepharitis. He said I could read about it on the web.
Crying is good unless done manipulatively. I don't think you are guilty. H.
I looked up your condition on the net. I don't think you should treat it in a flippant manner. It needs to be attended to with warm compresses and other recommended treatments. You are an artist and your eyes are important to you and to your friends. H.
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