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The filter, filled with coffee grounds, slipped from my fingers and spread across the floor. A second later I also crumbled onto the floor; I inhaled, bobbing to the beat of my sudden sobs, and exhaled spit bubbles.
If you’re going to tell me not to cry over spilled coffee then, obviously, you don’t buy Starbucks! It wasn’t the coffee I was crying about, though. That was just the twig on top of the mud pie that finally sent an avalanche of sludge crashing against my last bit of control.
Sometimes you just need a good cry to bleed the overwhelm out of you. I’m not ashamed to tell you this, but I’d prefer you never saw it.
When I wake up after a long cry, I have to pry my eyelids apart and scratch out the crud. Anyone who doesn’t know me personally would guess I was the loser of a fist fight or a victim of domestic violence… I’m not exaggerating, total strangers have assumed these scenarios, out loud, and to my face.
I often wish I could cry like those Hollywood stars, whose tears amplify their beauty, sparkling like snowflakes in the corners of their eyes.
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I’m definitely a fugly crier (cryer?). Talk about red eyes and nose, and honking into kleenexes! Those screen goddesses weren’t really crying – those are artfully applied glycerin tears – you know, it’s all in the photography! 🙂 And Happy Birthday! You’re only going to get better!
=D Yeah I guess deep down I know it’s all an illusion… but movies seriously set us up for so much disappointment in life hahaha!
Thanks so much for the birthday wishes!!
I’ve got the ugly cry, too. And the other day when we had Scout put to sleep our poor vet got a big fat load of it. And I know what you mean by the next day. I was a gooey, gloppy mess. People, thankfully, were kind and didn’t mention my look. Big hugs, lovely!
Aww, Kali… I can’t even imagine the pain in that. I mean, as a kid I lost pets, but it was kind of like I was a sibling, not a parent… or maybe it’s just the time that’s passed that makes it seem a bit less painful. I get a little teary-eyed thinking about the day I’ll lose my Gracie Lou, and it’s so dumb because she’s only 3, but our pets just don’t live long enough. It’s not at all fair.
I read once that our pets leave so soon because of their total love and loyalty. They need less time here because it takes them less time than it takes us to recognize life for all it’s worth and love fully. Scout had a beautiful life because of you and your family, and you did all you could do.
Hope things are looking up soon =) Thanks for reading.