This has been a very strange week. Everything has seemed off somehow. It has also been an emotional week. I am not now nor have I ever been a crier. I was the only on in the theater who did not cry during the movie “Out of Africa.” I don’t remember anything about the movie except that it was long, very long and everyone cried.
Let me qualify that remark about crying. I was a drunken crier. When I was a practicing alcoholic, I had two extremes- very happy or very sad. Very happy meant singing the loudest, dancing like a woman possessed, telling really lame jokes, and being the life of the party. Very sad meant I would cry and tell you how horrible my life was, how depressing world events were, or isolating from everyone.
I wasn’t allowed to cry as a child. After being “corrected” for crying…
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