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Posted: 04.03.2003
The tears run rings around my eyes
You know one of the things I hate about being a woman? When you're sitting here not sad. So very not sad. Not even an inkling of unhappiness flowing through your body. Yet tears are streaming down your face for no reason at all. You can't explain why. It's not "that time of the month". They just are. It's times like these that give my gender, especially those with my hair color, a bad name.

I'm chalking it up to an emotional year of loss, war, and much-needed, long-overdue good news for a change. But damn, it's hard to work like this.

Hey boy take a look at me...let me dirty up your mind...

Bodies are stupid things aren't they!!! Slap it, but not too hard, eat lots of bad bad food and grab a tissue. I hope it passes soon. (PS, I'm doing well and will be back blogging next week)

¤ ¤ credit: Jessica Parker | 04.03.03 at 04:27 AM | link--this ¤ ¤

It's kind of nice that our bodies have that built in release mechanism. I own stock in Kleenex (ok, I told Brad to buy some but he didn't listen) so I can send you a case. :)

¤ ¤ credit: Lisa, Gal of Unix | 04.03.03 at 08:34 AM | link--this ¤ ¤

"What the World needs now is love, sweet love, it's the only thing that there's just too little of"

¤ ¤ credit: Jonathan Smith | 04.03.03 at 10:03 AM | link--this ¤ ¤

Awww, (((hugs))), let it out girl. It's good to cry sometimes, even if you don't know why.

¤ ¤ credit: Nancy | 04.03.03 at 11:09 AM | link--this ¤ ¤

It ain't just a woman thing, Robyn. Either that, or I'm really a woman, which is going to inflict serious shock and awe upon my wife.

The very reason I sought treatment for depression was that I heard a commercial on the radio in my car listing all the major symptoms, and one of them was "Do you cry easily, or sometimes for no reason at all?" and I was like "yeah, all the time. especially when I'm listening to music or watching tv." So now I gots me some groovy meds and it hardly ever happens now.

¤ ¤ credit: Dave | 04.03.03 at 11:43 AM | link--this ¤ ¤

It's not a depression thing for me though, Dave. That happens once, like every 5 years, or so... I'm afraid of those commercials on TV though. They're always followed by that low, really fast voice and include things like "pregnant women should not touch the capsules" and "may cause anal leakage". ;-)

¤ ¤ credit: robyn | 04.03.03 at 12:59 PM | link--this ¤ ¤

i did paxil for about 8 months, and it did wonders getting me over the hump i was in. then i weaned myself off.... i just dont like the fact that chemicals are messing with my brain. fwiw, i was diagnosed chemically depressed, as opposed to just plain depression.

¤ ¤ credit: laurie | 04.03.03 at 01:15 PM | link--this ¤ ¤

Happy to report no anal leakage caused by my meds. One of the potential side effects listed for my antidepressants is anorgasmia, the inability to orgasm. I read that, and I was like "Wholly shit, what could be more depressing than that??? But luckily, no problems so far.

¤ ¤ credit: Dave | 04.03.03 at 01:25 PM | link--this ¤ ¤

TMI! ;-)

¤ ¤ credit: robyn | 04.03.03 at 01:30 PM | link--this ¤ ¤


I can vouch for the possibility of anorgasmia with most anti-depressants, however Welbutrin has the opposite effect. Let's just say that Bill is much more successful in his endeavors since a script change.

¤ ¤ credit: a different Bill | 04.03.03 at 01:52 PM | link--this ¤ ¤

You know, this has been happening to me a lot lately too, and it totally sucks because I loathe crying. I'm just not a big crying person. Yet, I'll sit here not even thinking of anything in particular and all of a sudden, I feel hot tears stream down my face. My husband suddenly gets a worried look on his face and asks what's wrong... I hate that I have to say "I don't know. I'm just crying."

I hate that!

¤ ¤ credit: GeekGrrl | 04.03.03 at 01:55 PM | link--this ¤ ¤

My husband starting off my day with forwards like this from Michele doesn't help matters much either:


Martin Savidge of CNN, embedded with the 1st Marine battalion, was talking with 4 young Marines near his foxhole this morning live on CNN. He had been telling the story of how well the Marines had been looking out for and taking care of him since the war started. He went on to tell about the many hardships the Marines had endured since the war began and how they all look after one another. He turned to the four and said he had cleared it with their commanders and they could use his video phone to call home.

The 19 year old Marine next to him asked Martin if he would allow his platoon sergeant to use his call to call his pregnant wife back home whom he had not been able to talk to in three months. A stunned Savidge who was visibly moved by the request shook his head and the young Marine ran off to get the sergeant.

Savidge recovered after a few seconds and turned back to the three young Marines still sitting with him and asked which one of them would like to call home first, the Marine closest to him responded with out a moments hesitation "Sir, if is all the same to you we would like to call the parents of a buddy of ours, Lance Cpl Brian Buesing of Cedar Key, Florida who was killed on 3-23-03 near Nasiriya to see how they are doing".

At that Martin Savidge totally broke down and was unable to speak. All he could get out before signing off was "Where do they get young men like this?".


¤ ¤ credit: robyn | 04.03.03 at 02:00 PM | link--this ¤ ¤

and you never quit sure what has set it off. I hate that, I'll be sitting here reading a news article, listening to music and weeping. I feel so silly when it happens. *squish* I just chalk it up to being an overgrown sap. :oD

¤ ¤ credit: munin | 04.03.03 at 02:13 PM | link--this ¤ ¤

Don't hate it; it's good for you. A couple months ago, I was having the massive pain in my right shoulder, which is doubly not good because it was throwing my posture off, bad news for a singer. One night I was at the book store and found a recording of one of my favorite pieces (Vaughan Williams' Dona Nobis Pacem). I'd been looking for this recording for months and had given up hope of finding it. I bought it and put it on in the car. Halfway through the final movement I literally started sobbing. I almost had to pull over the car. After I had parked and pulled myself together, I got out of the car--my shoulder was fine. Sometimes your body just knows what it needs, even if your mind doesn't.

¤ ¤ credit: wealhtheow | 04.03.03 at 02:33 PM | link--this ¤ ¤

Sometimes your body just knows what it needs, even if your mind doesn't.

Yeah, and those random woodies always show up at the damnedest of times. :)

¤ ¤ credit: Dave | 04.03.03 at 03:22 PM | link--this ¤ ¤

Now and then, but not so often that it makes me fret, something will zing my emotions when least I think I'm full of emotion, and the tears spill out. I grab the tissue and cry, what else can I do. It happens. It just happens. I claim it, I move along. There is no shame in it.

I recently read a journal entry (sure wish I could recall where) by a man who said he envied women in that they could cry without feeling shame.

Nope, unless you make an art of crying in order to manipulate, there is no shame in crying, no matter your gender.

¤ ¤ credit: tntaangela | 04.03.03 at 03:28 PM | link--this ¤ ¤

P.S. I seem to have the same long and dreary list of diagnosis as yours. I'm 90% bedridden, became ill in '95. This is my first visit to your blog. I look forward to coming back. It's inspiring to see that you can still kick up your heels a bit.

¤ ¤ credit: tntaangela | 04.03.03 at 03:42 PM | link--this ¤ ¤

Well that ought to put things into perspective for a lot of us in big ol hurry. My thoughts and prayers are with you, tntangela.

¤ ¤ credit: Dave | 04.03.03 at 04:14 PM | link--this ¤ ¤

Just happened to me... NPR did an interview with the astronauts in the International Space Station... and something about the way the interviewer said 240 miles above the earth... and there they were... Insta-tears. I get it, La Princessa. (And for the record, I'm not depressed, either.)

¤ ¤ credit: Zuly | 04.03.03 at 06:00 PM | link--this ¤ ¤

I stumbled on your blog by accident and just wanted to say that I can also relate. I've had this sort of thing happen even more since 9/11, too, so maybe that's part of the hyper sensitivity.

¤ ¤ credit: ivete | 04.07.03 at 12:26 AM | link--this ¤ ¤

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