the joy of crying

I really need to join clubs other than the clubs associated with my hotel program. I want to culture myself and meet people of all origins and orientations. I think ill do that as soon as I quit starbucks in january.

On another note, crying a very good way to let things out. I think crying is one of the most primitive and basic form of emotional expression…think about it; babies who know no words cry when they feel dirty, sleepy, hungry, hot, etc etc. Therefore, it is natural for us to cry when we find no words that can express our emotions of joy, sadness, frustration, grief, rage, enlightenment and relief.

I was always a cry baby, and I cried about the smallest little things, like if i was getting yelled at, or if i saw a sad scene in a movie. But I’ve only cried my eyes out only about three times in my mature life so far: When my grandparents visited us after we left to live in the states, when I had to say goodbye to my family after i visited them in Korea during winter break and when my dad finally woke up after I found him unconscious on the bathroom floor about six months ago. I had my fourth time yesterday while on the phone with Dikyi. I’ve never cried so hard ever. I couldnt explain the way I felt, and the situation I was in, so all i did was sob like a little girl who lost her hamster.

I cried because I felt something that most people never feel during their lifetime: Pure relief.