rubberwilli
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I cry when emotions take hold of me from time to time.
The biggest cry I've had recently was at my father's funeral last year. On my drive home I had to pull over on I-65 and stop at several rest areas I was so overwhelmed by emotions. Mostly I was just so pissed at him (he committed suicide) for not having the decency to think about what this would do to the rest of us.
I've been much more emotional since I discovered I was HIV+ almost 8 years ago. Ever since then my emotions have been just below the surface, but I keep them in check most of the time. I bawled the first time I realized someone could love me as an HIV+ individual, in the middle of a passionate love making session, and he completely understood why I was crying.
I cried uncontrollably when I called my former boyfriend and had to tell him I was positive and urged him to go get checked just to be sure. I was so worried I might have somehow passed it to him. I couldn't live with that thought or reality. He was fine though. I cried when the phlobotomist screwed up a blood draw in my recent hospital visit. All the same fears of contagiousness and passing the virus got a hold of me and I was a basket case for about an hour. Those were all tears of utter fear.
Now I well up at sappy movies. "Classical" music has always had a powerful effect on my life and can get me misty. That's why I started to study music in college. Later I quit the School of Music when I realized it was ruining the mystery of music all to know the technical workings of musical secrets. (I don't want to know how Bach composed a fugue, can't I just enjoy it for what it is?)
I cried when I left my friends in Europe after my first trip there. It was such a life changing experience to see and experience another culture. I had wanted to travel to Europe throughout college and for a while I thought I had lost that dream, but it came true.
Life is too short to be worried about what others think. Take care of yourself, be aware of and concerned for others and life will treat you right. Sometimes even the worst situations can have a silver lining.
The biggest cry I've had recently was at my father's funeral last year. On my drive home I had to pull over on I-65 and stop at several rest areas I was so overwhelmed by emotions. Mostly I was just so pissed at him (he committed suicide) for not having the decency to think about what this would do to the rest of us.
I've been much more emotional since I discovered I was HIV+ almost 8 years ago. Ever since then my emotions have been just below the surface, but I keep them in check most of the time. I bawled the first time I realized someone could love me as an HIV+ individual, in the middle of a passionate love making session, and he completely understood why I was crying.
I cried uncontrollably when I called my former boyfriend and had to tell him I was positive and urged him to go get checked just to be sure. I was so worried I might have somehow passed it to him. I couldn't live with that thought or reality. He was fine though. I cried when the phlobotomist screwed up a blood draw in my recent hospital visit. All the same fears of contagiousness and passing the virus got a hold of me and I was a basket case for about an hour. Those were all tears of utter fear.
Now I well up at sappy movies. "Classical" music has always had a powerful effect on my life and can get me misty. That's why I started to study music in college. Later I quit the School of Music when I realized it was ruining the mystery of music all to know the technical workings of musical secrets. (I don't want to know how Bach composed a fugue, can't I just enjoy it for what it is?)
I cried when I left my friends in Europe after my first trip there. It was such a life changing experience to see and experience another culture. I had wanted to travel to Europe throughout college and for a while I thought I had lost that dream, but it came true.
Life is too short to be worried about what others think. Take care of yourself, be aware of and concerned for others and life will treat you right. Sometimes even the worst situations can have a silver lining.