Melodramatic trifles

Allow me a few melodramatic trifles, it keeps me away from the cliff of insanity. To keep myself from crying over silly things, I think of all the real tragedies of life. That stops the waterworks right away. When I was a kid, I cried over everything. I was like some kind of leaky faucet; anything could trigger my tears. My father always told me to be strong, to stop - he says tears never solve anything. He was, is and probably will be, right. Grown up (or as grown up as an immature girl like me could possible get), I refused to cry over nonsense - movies, for instance. Never shed a tear at a single movie. I still keep my resolve, but sometimes it's hard. Sometimes I just want to cry over my own stupidity. I've been accused of being biased, of not seeing things from others' perspectives. I think I see all too well, but choose to ignore. If I saw things from their viewpoint, I might cry at how awful I truly am, even when I'm right or justified. I can be downright cruel. None of this means anything anyhow. Time ticks slowly away and nothing you or I or anyone can halt it, not with tears, not with laughter. Time is the one silly thing I'll allow myself to cry over. I don't know why I bother sometimes, I just don't know.

Final thought: Live to the point of tears. Albert Camus