tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334971464359338872.post3096894644933370089..comments2023-09-10T06:13:15.389-04:00Comments on Nine Naughty Novelists: Crybabykellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13865842550376328393noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334971464359338872.post-56533157010788643272012-05-09T23:08:49.172-04:002012-05-09T23:08:49.172-04:00Ah, June, what a funny story. And PG, being logica...Ah, June, what a funny story. And PG, being logical is one way to disarm emotion, I guess.Meg Benjaminhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01081153466394828760noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334971464359338872.post-88867973267665006822012-05-09T12:17:40.900-04:002012-05-09T12:17:40.900-04:00I laugh more than I cry and, yes, sometimes it'...I laugh more than I cry and, yes, sometimes it's just as inappropriate. But I've also cried at commercials, although not this one <br />( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6F3-InOdMP4 ) because the different colored stripes bugs the hell out of me (sorry, Erin, but it does). I mean, would it have been that hard to find an adult top featuring red & white stripes? I think not.PG Fortehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00819909187492632526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-334971464359338872.post-54031973019976532122012-05-09T05:22:25.360-04:002012-05-09T05:22:25.360-04:00I am a crier too! Always have been, and it gets wo...I am a crier too! Always have been, and it gets worse when my hormones are out of whack. I cry so much that I can't talk, and trying makes it worse. It is embarrassing at times, I have tried many things to end it. I do take anti-depressants and they help a little, but still there are times when I could cry over nothing, lol. The older I get, the more it happens when I get angry.<br /><br />I will never forget one crying episode from my teen years. I was at my grandparents, and pouring myself a glass of milk in the kitchen. I ended up dropping the glass, it shattered and made a huge mess. And of course it was "that time of the month" for me, making my emotions more unstable. I started crying, and my grandfather (who I loved so very much) decided to try to make me laugh by saying there is no use crying over spilled milk. Of course that made me cry even harder. Now though, it is a wonderful memory that I cherish, mainly because of the big hug my grandfather then gave me.June M.https://www.blogger.com/profile/14929817630779731177noreply@blogger.com