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Alcoholism, Contemplation, Faith, family, Humor, Isolation, parenting

On the Fun Subject of Tears… how I hated them, begrudgingly learned to accept them, and now live peacefully with them (like the lady on top of this weird image).

Crinean

I used to be a person who did not cry. People who don’t cry take great pride in their parched tear ducts as if the absence of appropriate emotional response is some Olympic accomplishment setting us apart from mere mortals, and not what it actually is: a sign of severe compartmentalization of feelings, likely the

Isolation, Self Pity

The Danger In “They”

Crinean

I find when I catch myself using the word “they”, or worse yet, “everyone” I have slipped into a dangerous spot. Slid down the slope into self pity. Gotten turned around on the moor of self-delusion. This is victim verbiage. Language used to isolate myself in the deception that no one else has pain as