I can’t decide if it’s sad or not that I’m proud of myself when I get through a serious conversation — or one that deals with things of import to me — without crying. It’s not that the subject matter itself is upsetting to me, I just have a difficult time sometimes getting through serious conversations without crying. It’s frustrating, because I feel it takes away from my message or what I’m saying, and I feel weak as a result.
It seems to vary depending on who I’m talking to, too; I was never able to fight with my dad as a kid, ’cause I’d end up crying. My mom? No problem — although if we’re talking about something that’s upsetting to me, like people or pet death or something, then the waterworks will happen, too.
I guess sometimes I’m just more of a girl than I want to acknowledge. 😛