The Ugly Cry

Okay, I'll admit it...I cry on occasion. And the last year and a half...I've done enough crying for my entire family! In fact, in the last...say...4 years, I've cried enough for an entire village. I don't mind crying, once in a while. I think it's good for you. It's kind of cleansing in a way. But there are several different kind of cries. There's the "new mother" cry...the cry you do when you first see your baby be born and then every time you look at her for the next, I don't know, 10 years of her life. There's the "I'm proud of you" cry. The cry you do when you see your kindergartner up there belting out the "ABC" song on the cafeteria stage. There's the "I'm so happy to see you I could burst" cry. That's the cry you cry when your husband wakes up from a stroke. There's the "I can't believe my kid is that stupid" cry. That's the cry when your kid jumps over your other kid's leg in mid air and comes crashing down on his head on the coffee table and busts his ear open and you have to rush him to the E.R. to get his ear stitched up (or in our case glued up). And trust me, there's so many more cries I could tell you about and I'm sure you know of them. But the cry I want to tell you about today is the "Ugly Cry". This cry is very random and somewhat pointless and very very ugly. It's the kind of cry that makes you come up with sounds out of your body you never knew you had....the blubbering billowing cry. It's the cry that doesn't really fit into a category other than it's own "Ugly Cry" category. And well...last week, and today, I have busted out with the Ugly Cry on more than one occasion.

Last week, it was when I finished Where the Red Fern Grows. Okay, maybe this cry could fit under "The Grieving Cry" but the cry I came out with definitely fell under the "Ugly Cry". I mean, when the first dog died, I was shuddering from crying so much but when the second dog died...Little Ann...I couldn't even breath I was crying so hard. I mean, when she drags herself onto Old Dan's grave...OMG, it was more than I could even handle. The Ugly Cry that day was fierce!!!

But today, for some odd reason, my Ugly Cry, just kept creeping up on me. First, it was a commercial on T.V. I can't even remember which one. The water works start. Then I was looking at photographs on the computer and I busted out with the water works again. Then I sat down to watch The Biggest Loser, which I had DVR'd from last week. Oh man, the Ugly Cry just belted out. It was so unbelievable I actually had to turn the TV off, just to regain my composure.

Well, the reason I'm telling you this is because I think everyone should be allowed one Ugly Cry a week. But that's it! Ugly Cries are redundant and meaningless and only make for more ugly crying. Last week when I finished the book, I got my ugly cry out. DONE! (And why do all great classics have to end badly...geez!) And then this week, Biggest Loser...I got my Ugly Cry out...DONE! It just sucks that my Ugly Cry reared it's ugly head on Monday. Now I have all week to get through. This is going to be tough! I'm sure it'll try to sneak up on me, but I'll restrain myself because like I said, one ugly cry turns into another ugly cry and the next thing you know, you're popping pills and hiding flasks under the bed. Really not a good thing so...folks, get the ugly cry out, but then clean it up. You got a life to live and it's very much worth living. Learn from the ugly cries...I am. In fact, this is the first time I've ever watch Biggest Loser. It was very touching and my ugly cry made me realize that I have a heart and that my heart breaks for people with the weight of the world on their shoulders. It was so moving and inspiring, I can't wait for the next episode. I have so much to say on the Biggest Loser subject. I'm sure I'll blog about that soon. Like I've said in the past...

Stay Tuned!....