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azianainny says...

 

1. Tears Help Us See
The most basic function of tears is that they enable us to see. Literally. Tears not only lubricate our eyeballs and eyelids, they also prevent dehydration of our various mucous membranes. No lubrication, no eyesight. Writes Jerry Bergman: “Without tears, life would be drastically different for humans—in the short run enormously uncomfortable, and in the long run eyesight would be blocked out altogether.”

2. Tears Kill Bacteria
No need for Clorox wipes. We’ve got tears! Our own antibacterial and antiviral agent working for us, fighting off all the germs we pick up on community computers, shopping carts, public sinks, and all those places the nasty little guys make their homes and procreate.

Tears contain lysozyme, a fluid that the germ-a-phobe dreams about in her sleep, because it can kill 90 to 95 percent of all bacteria in just five to ten minutes! This translates, I’m guessing, to three months’ worth of colds and stomach viruses.

3. Tears Remove Toxins
Biochemist William Frey, who has been researching tears for as long as I’ve been searching for sanity, found in one study that emotional tears—those formed in distress or grief—contained more toxic byproducts than tears of irritation (think onion peeling). Are tears toxic then? 

No! They actually remove toxins from our body that build up courtesy of stress. They are like a natural therapy or massage session, but they cost a lot less!

4. Crying Can Elevate Mood
Do you know what your manganese level is? Neither do I. But chances are that you will feel better if it’s lower because overexposure to manganese can cause bad stuff: anxiety, nervousness, irritability, fatigue, aggression, emotional disturbance, and the rest of the feelings that live inside my head rent-free.

The act of crying can actually lower a person’s manganese level. And just like with the toxins I mentioned in my last point, emotional tears contain 24 percent higher albumin protein concentration—responsible for transporting small (toxic) molecules--than irritation tears.

5. Crying Lowers Stress
Tears really are like perspiration, in that exercising and crying both relieve stress. In his article, Bergman explains that tears remove some of the chemicals built up in the body from stress, like the endorphins leucine-enkaphalin and prolactin. The opposite is true too. Bergman writes, “Suppressing tears increases stress levels, and contributes to diseases aggravated by stress, such as high blood pressure, heart problems, and peptic ulcers.

6. Tears Build Community
In her Science Digest article, writer Ashley Montagu argued that crying not only contributes to good health, but it also builds community. I know what you’re thinking: “Well, yeah, but not the right kind of community. I mean, I might ask the woman bawling her eyes out behind me in church what’s wrong or if I can help her, but I’m certainly not going to invite her to dinner.”

I beg to differ. As a prolific crier, I always come away astounded by the resounding support of people I know, and the level of intimacy exchanged among them. Read for yourselves some of the comments on both my self-esteem file video my death and dying video and you’ll appreciate my point. Tears help communication and foster community.

7. Tears Release Feelings
Even if you haven’t just been through something traumatic or are severely depressed, the average Joe goes through his day accumulating little conflicts and resentments. Sometimes they gather inside the limbic system of the brain and in certain corners of the heart. Crying is cathartic. It lets the devils out before they wreak all kind of havoc with the nervous and cardiovascular systems. As John Bradshaw writes in his bestseller Home Coming, “All these feelings need to be felt. We need to stomp and storm; to sob and cry; to perspire and tremble.”

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Jennifer says...

When we arrived for our touch time, Delilah was impatiently fussing for her bottle. Her crying was cracking me up so I decided to take a video of it. Luckily, it actually captured me having a mom-moment. As you'll see, she finally stops crying when I touch her. Too cute.

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mspixieears says...

What a convoluted dream.

I was back at uni at one of my old jobs, working for the catering department. For some reason, my longest high school crush was there. We were given a special uniform to wear, and shoes were cut into shape for us - made of moulded plastic and extremely uncomfortable to wear. My father told me to go to his Japanese colleagues food booth and make sure I ordered something to eat from there. I said that was fine, I like Japanese food.

My high school crush Steven, and my other high school classmate Louise were next to me. Louise became annoyed that we left her momentarily, but it wasn't really our fault.

After catering duties, we were made to sit in various places for some sort of theatrical production. We were supposed to be very quiet but my friend mattJames came up to me and started to squirt me with a really large water pistol. He made a point of calling his (fictional) sister Jessica to tell her he got me 'good'.

Steven and I were alone and he kept asking me why I wouldn't kiss him. I told him he missed his chance and I had a crush on him for ages but he didn't seem interested, and I'd started seeing someone, finally. He told me he was now in love with me. I didn't believe him. Then all of a sudden, we got mistaken for people in the play/theatrical event and had to pretend to be Jews. We got told our tattoos were on incorrectly. I pointed at my skin colour but they didn't seem to care that I wasn't white.

We were dressed in black and pretending to be dead.

Steven offered to take me home after work. I rescued two flea-ridden kittens and put them in my car momentarily. He convinced me to walk a little with him. I began to bawl as I said that the kittens would have been killed in the heat. He held me and told me it would be okay, and to give him my car key so he could clean the mess for me. I couldn't stop crying.

He then made me catch a bus. The bus driver made me stop because he said I looked like Dannii Minogue with the sunglasses I was wearing. I was shocked and again, said I was a little dark.

He abandoned me on that bus. He'd bought me a ticket but didn't get on with me. I looked back at him, feeling bereft.

I got off as soon as I could and jogged down a real street in my neighbourhood. I bought a paper off a gentleman in a shop to clean the kitten's dead bodies. I made it to a service station and was grazed from coming off the bus awkwardly. I smashed my hip into something and bruises started forming everywhere on me.

I began to jog home. My old schoolfriends Damien and someone else I couldn't fully recognise were coming to meet me. Damien had a meat cleaver in one hand. They bludgeoned me to death for hurting Steven, even though he lied.

I was already dead but for some reason, grasping at the blood-soaked earth at my hands. A Jamaican man appeared in front of me to tell me I was dead, and he came and took me to his house with his lovely blind grandmother and then they both looked after me.

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Try to avoid saying you know how they feel - you really don't.

But it's fine to tell someone you love them and will miss them, as is crying...

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Yes, in Holland there was a 'U' and, dream of wet dreams, she was a chamber maid! So when she came in to change the towels in my room one day, all petite and blonde, and dressed in her black and white maid's uniform, I popped one right then and there. Unfortunately, I was changing hotels that very day. Well, maybe fortunately, because she couldn't do much while she was on duty anyway. I gave her the new hotel and told her to stop by. I never expected it to happen. I was very surprised by the fact that I was called in my room from downstairs with the announcement that there was "someone here asking for you". I was pretty pleased with myself, things were coming along well since my shy days, my self-esteem was definitely rising. In those days, there was little messaing about. A woman who comes to your hotel and asks for you is clear in her objectives. U was happy to see me, and I her. We put the two twin beds together and got it on in the middle. Just as we came, the sheet slipped and we both fell on the ground in between the two beds. U cried when I left. I'm not sure it was sincere, as we didn't do much and we didn't spend much time together, but I was moved by it. I regret making anyone cry, especialy those women who shared pleasure with me or even just gave it to me without return.

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dconfesser says...

I'm about to go into a house that should be 'home' but my stomach cramps just touching the doorknob. I gotta get happy quick and hope my eyes don't show that i've been crying in the car. who the hell lives like this: ME for a long time. reflect and turn the knob....
cringe. 

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dconfesser says...

am i this pathetic? 2 posts on confessions and wow....sucky life at home.
i cried in the car because i want to axe this monotony and move on but i'm afraid that my child will hate me and i'll end up alone thinking i should have stuck it out. GUILT SUCKS. When my husband is in the same room as me, it's like being completely alone, we hardly talk or have anything in common except our child and our address ...yet we are worlds apart...seriously is this a relationship? i think he's okay because i'm a good wife and a good mom but on the other hand, me = dying in many ways, silently... except when i'm in the car and the drive home is long. 

Anyone going through separation from spouse and regretting it....especially with a child...care to confess 'anonymously'? 

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mspixieears says...

I was in some distress. I called my (real life) specialist who is very hard to get a hold of and didn't reach him. I was running frantically up a street and crying and telling him I was going to kill myself. I got a woman who might have been his secretary and she said it was okay, and that I could be admitted to hospital if I needed to be.

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