Tuesday, January 26, 2010

For every tear you've made me cry...

How do you count tears? Can sadness and pain be quantified? I was thinking today about the expression that forms the title of this post and I couldn't figure it out. The expression isn't to be taken literally, of course. No one is going to sit and count the exact number of teardrops coming from her eyes. But even figuratively, it doesn't seem to make much sense.
There are a few reasons for this. To begin with, number of tears is rarely an accurate reflection of depth of emotion. I think when the pain and sadness are deepest, our heart cries more than our eyes. It's like a defense mechanism. We are able to hide the pain so no one will ask and bring it up again. We can shed almost no tears for enormous amounts of pain. The reverse of this is also evident. There have been many times when I've cried an absurd amount over some tiny thing. This has more to do with where I am emotionally before that point than with what actually happened. Occasionally, of course, our tears do get it right and accurately display the correct amount of emotion. But I think these times are considerably less than we might think. This, however, is only one reason why the expression doesn't make sense.
The second and, I believe, more important reason is that we tend to cry the most because of the same people who make us smile the most. I know plenty of people have done or said some reasonably hurtful things to me. But most of them I just shrug off. I don't really know the person; their opinion doesn't matter to me. But if someone I love and care about deeply says something even slightly upsetting, the floodgates open. This isn't because they are trying to hurt me or because what they did was particularly hurtful. I am just more emotionally invested in these people. What they say and do has greater wait than anyone else. There must be a reason I love them so much, and it definitely isn't because they make me cry. They also make me happier than anyone else could; they love me more and show me that love constantly. Consequently, they have the greatest potential to hurt me. This is why it isn't fair for someone to say, "If you got a penny for every tear you've made me cry, you'd be rich." The tears you've cried over someone in no way means they have been especially terrible to you. Instead, you should say, "For every tear you've made me cry, you have made me smile a thousand times more."

Sunday, January 24, 2010

Distracted and Wasteful

So it has been awhile since I've written... which is really too bad, because I love writing. I'm trying to think of a good reason why my last blog post was November 8, and I can't come up with one. Yeah I've been busy, but how long does this really take? And no matter how long it takes to write a post or what else I could be doing during that time, it always seems to be worth it. I never feel worse after getting my thoughts down. Actually, I always seem to feel better.
Thinking about this made me wonder what other things I do this to. What else do I push aside because I apparently don't have the time? Not things like cleaning my room which I don't really care about anyway, but things I genuinely want to do. I love reading but I haven't done that nearly enough. I don't call my friends from home or talk to them as much as I should or would like. I haven't knit for enjoyment in quite some time. None of these are things I have to do and sometimes I need to put unnecessary things aside in order to make sure I get the important ones accomplished. But I do not need to push them aside so I can check my email 5 times in an hour hoping an email will pop up so I can have something to do for five minutes. I think I would be so much happier if I spent that extra time doing the things I liked rather than the meaningless things. Why I waste so much time on is still a mystery to me.