When do grown-ups have a chance for a good-well deserved
cry? My kids get a couple in before we leave the house in the morning. Can I do
three minutes of tearing up driving to meet my carpool partner? Grab a minute
or two of wet-eye in the handicapped bathroom at work? Under my desk on at
lunch? By the Detroit River, I could add a cup for donations and sit down for
my cry, make a few bucks, making it a promising and prospering solution.
In the afternoon could I squeeze in four minutes driving to
daycare? How safe is it to cry while driving? Better or worse than driving
while snacking, desperately digging in your purse for a ringing phone, applying
mascara, trying to rub a scratch out of a favorite CD, or reaching to the car
seat behind you to find a much needed pacifier?
Not during dinner. Is it sanitary to cry on food? Not after
play time because crying has started about having to clean up. Can’t read a
bedtime story and cry because I can’t see. Crying would undo any cleaning/picking
up around the house by soaking the floors and furniture. How about while
packing lunches? But then we are back to the sanitary issue. Before bed? By
then I am so tired I forgot I was planning to cry.
Society needs to embrace crying. Add crying rooms like
nursing rooms at work. Coffee and crying cafes. Crying parks filled with overstuffed
couches and end tables with Costco-size tissues. Cities could repurpose empty
phone booths for on-street-private crying. How about a crying port-o-potty? Depending
on the severity of your situation and if you’ve got some Kleenex in your pocket
it could work in an emotional pinch.
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