There’s something quite degrading about the state that crying puts you in. You sob uncontrollably, lose your breath and you become capable only of speaking phrases in between violent hiccups and gasps.
I recently had a moment where I realized how incredibly naive my supposedly “mature” notions were. I was left staring at my red eyes, taking in the realization that being different and strong headed is really not that important after all. And the humbling reality that what other people think really does matter, despite what our individualistic culture tells us. Doing something just because other people tell you to can be a pretty good idea sometimes too.