Call Me a Stoic. Kinda.
posted in Lawyering and the Like |I don’t cry. Ever. Well, unless I’m reading a sad book, watching a depressing movie, or catching a glimpse of a particularly touching commercial. I rarely cry at the occurence of non-fictional events however, with the exception of funerals and graduation ceremonies (oddly enough, the only graduation that really had me bawling was from junior high – go figure). Today, I almost cried in frustration. In front of someone! Plagued by a rapidly approaching deadline, a seemingly insurmountable pile of work, and weeks of unrelenting computer problems, I got teary-eyed explaining my latest setback to our technical support person. Teary-eyed! (Those of you who know me well will understand my disbelief and confusion.) I’m still reeling from the incident, even though it was really only an incident in my head. The person didn’t notice and, truth to tell, there weren’t any real tears, just the feeling of impending tears. And I was in shock (“No, you’re kidding me. I’m almost CRYING over this??!”) more then upset. Still. Weird. I must be more stressed out then I think.