By: Maya Wright
I’m an emotional person, if that’s what you want to call it.
It’s not something I apologize for (because, why should I?)—but I do feel sorry
for it; that is, when I allow myself to be that kind of vulnerable with someone
who simply wasn’t worth my trust.
I had a pretty rough week last week, and I let myself cry in
front of a friend on three different occasions. After the first time, they
assured me that I could confide in them and that I didn’t have to bear my
burden alone. It was comforting and I felt honesty in their admission; so a
couple of days later, I cried in front of them again and then once more the
next day. I thought everything was cool and confidential until we were watching
a movie with a group of friends (who I have never cried in front of) and the
friend I had trusted suggested to everyone that I was emotional. Everyone got a
good laugh out of it and I played it off, but I was pretty hurt. It caught me
off guard that they would betray my trust like that and I vowed to never cry in
front of them again.
But it caused me to really consider: Where did this notion
originate, of not wanting to cry in front of other people?
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