“Boys don’t cry”… isn’t that their greatest weakness?
The freedom to let loose and just cry your heart out till you shiver is something stigma robs the boys of, doesn’t it.
I’m not implying that we should all be running down the streets with tears in our eyes; I myself am nothing more than a closet weeper- but what I mean is, crying isn’t something anyone- male or female- should be ashamed of. It’s a mark of one’s humanity, of the fact that, in an age of constant drifting apart from ourselves, we still have emotions. If we can admit to writing poetry, (… I’m turning the closet door…) why can’t we admit that crying is just as natural? We consider other forms of expression art, crying too is release!
One reason why I’m a closet crier is for historic reasons. (My history)
As a kid, if I got upset, I cried. And soon, all the other kids despised me- either avoided me, or bullied me, and heck, bullied me to the point that I’m still skeptical of human goodness, an instinct alerts every time someone’s really nice to me and I find myself wondering how and why anyone could be so nice- weren’t they all out to get me?
But anyway, I’ve been pushing such pointless thoughts to the back of my head and basically learning to smile at almost everybody around.
(I feel it’s really something to think about: if you know what it’s like to have a really messed up day, why would you want to ruin someone else’s day, unless you really have to?)
But that doesn’t change the fact that as mean and rough and tough as I make myself out to be (most of the time), I do need to cry sometimes.
I’ll even admit, there are times when I don’t feel like crying, but I wish I could.
I’m no masochist who likes crying, but it is elevating at times. Rise above it all. After a good cry, your troubles aren’t as big, immediate or threatening. They’re just muddles and puddles on your life.
This post actually began as I was listening to the Cure song, Boys Don’t Cry.
I have noticed that girls are open to talking about anything. There will be a slight apprehension to begin and an initial fear of judgement, but once they start, it’s sisterhood stuff, you can spill and cry, we’ll be right behind you.
With the boys, no matter how much brocode may say ‘We boys stand together’, it’s more about standing in solidarity and silence than talking about it. It’s alright to stand together and cry, if you can’t stand strong, isn’t it? Shouldn’t it be?
Everything we are as human beings today is for a reason.
Once upon a time, when humans were still swimming and hunting in water, a white layer from the sclera used to form as a protective film over the eyes, allowing the humans to keep their eyes well open underwater, but no one has those anymore.
Evolution. As we began keeping more and more to the land, natural selection deleted it from our hard drives.
Appendix. Useless today.
Arms and legs, noses and eyes and tongues are still here- at least, at the moment, even as prosthetics and artificial muscles are on the rise (for good, of course)- all for a purpose.
Similarly, if we can still cry, it’s clearly here for a purpose in our stressed human lives. Use it before you lose it, I suppose.
Human beings’ biggest asset has always been their ability to think, and it’s also probably our biggest drawback.
We drew the lines. Evolution has no issues: both males and females have the ability to cry, biologically. It is societal inability that inhibits is, and I guess those stereotypes affect both genders, as in this world of having to prove yourself against every stereotype, a girl finds the need to publicly do away with this release she is entitled to. It bombards the boy before a single tear has been shed: Boys Don’t Cry.
(Don’t worry, the song is against that, not for it. It’s a decent listen too!)
I don’t even know how it must be affecting the third gender. I won’t speak out of non-existent experience.
Are we all sadists? Ironically, by not allowing someone their space to be sad, yes we are.
If the world would frown upon us being happy when things are rough, the least they can do isn’t poke their nose and allow us to be sad.
Let’s not kill ourselves and the few things that separate us from the droids and lifeless planets!
If there were all those songs we’d heard as kids about being happy and knowing it, smile, there’s no shame in it, it’s about time we open up on sadness too. Lessen the load. Don’t kill yourself emotionally.
If you’re sad and you feel it, cry.
It’s nobody else’s business.
Sob, let them roll, stop controlling it. You’ll feel as good as you did when you were happy and smiled.