Monday, July 06, 2009

Tears . . . .

Tears, I shead them easily. My grandmother has always said that my tear ducts are close to the surface. I cry when I'm sad, when I'm happy, when I'm mad, really, when I feel any emotion strongly. I wish I could control it better than I can. I simply can't stop them if they decide to come. Believe me, I've tried. All. My. Life.
My Dad always hated my tears. He'd get so MAD when he saw them. He'd tell me to quit, or else! I'd try . . . . .
Luckily, HWH isn't bothered by them. After 17 years, he's quite used to them. My 14 yr. old son doesn't get them, and can be embarrased by them.
Hey, my dental hygenist says I make a lot of spit. Perhaps, all those water making functions are just very active in my body!?

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