I have a sunburn.
I had one of those days yesterday. One of those days that followed one of those days, and when I stopped to calculate, I'd had several of those days that filled many weeks in a row.
When I realized that I just needed a really good cry, and couldn't, I knew I needed some "me" time.
The concept of crying to relieve stress is foreign to most men I know. When I say most men, I mean all men except for maybe Scott Thompson.* But as members of the more sophisticated gender, we women understand that a good hard sob is the equivalent of a good 2 hours of vigorous exercise (...and no, that is not a euphemism, because clearly if there was 2 hours of that kind of good vigorous exercise available, there'd be no need for the crying). And one better on the exercise: if planned right, a good hard sob can be followed chocolate. Nothing lifts one's spirits more than a good hard cry and chocolate. This is not stereotyping. This is FACT.
In point of FACT, I had already stolen my kid's chocolate the week before and I couldn't cry if my life depended on it, and lacking all vigorous exercise... I decided to take off. Leave town. Hide out among the trees.
And I did not protect my face sufficiently from the sun. Apparently, I scrumbled on the sunblock with a paint brush, because my face is like an impressionist painting-- spotty and red with Van Gogh's ear right in the center.
Suffice it to say I had a cathartic time.
SIDE NOTE ON THE CRYING: Hard laughter works just as well.
*For those who don't recall, he's from Kids in the Hall.
When I realized that I just needed a really good cry, and couldn't, I knew I needed some "me" time.
The concept of crying to relieve stress is foreign to most men I know. When I say most men, I mean all men except for maybe Scott Thompson.* But as members of the more sophisticated gender, we women understand that a good hard sob is the equivalent of a good 2 hours of vigorous exercise (...and no, that is not a euphemism, because clearly if there was 2 hours of that kind of good vigorous exercise available, there'd be no need for the crying). And one better on the exercise: if planned right, a good hard sob can be followed chocolate. Nothing lifts one's spirits more than a good hard cry and chocolate. This is not stereotyping. This is FACT.
In point of FACT, I had already stolen my kid's chocolate the week before and I couldn't cry if my life depended on it, and lacking all vigorous exercise... I decided to take off. Leave town. Hide out among the trees.
And I did not protect my face sufficiently from the sun. Apparently, I scrumbled on the sunblock with a paint brush, because my face is like an impressionist painting-- spotty and red with Van Gogh's ear right in the center.
Suffice it to say I had a cathartic time.
SIDE NOTE ON THE CRYING: Hard laughter works just as well.
*For those who don't recall, he's from Kids in the Hall.
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