A memory

I remember one time when I was crying as a young child.  I don’t recall why, but I remember my parents, as parents do, trying to soothe me, although without success.  My stepfather finally turned his voice to a stern note and asked, “Are you hurt?”

 

“My feelings are hurt.”

 

“But are you bleeding?  Are you physically hurt?”

 

“No…”

 

“Then stop crying, before I give you something to cry about.”

 

I can count the times I recall crying since adolescence on the fingers of one hand.  Correlation is not causation, but…

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~ by arkhilokhus on April 10, 2008.

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