Wherein Bry cried.

Today I cried. At work. It was absolutely horrible. No one actually saw me crying, but the thing about crying is that you can't hide the traces of it. It's on your face and in the sound of your voice for hours.

At first I wasn't even sure I was crying. I thought I was sniffly which is something that happens sometimes the day after I've gone out drinking (not an inappropriate amount of drinking, but a departure from my normal 1-2 drinks over an extended period of time). And then I realized I was sniffly because water is leaking out of my eyeballs.

At this point, I head to the bathroom where I hide out for a bit before getting over it and going back to work.

It is a very long and stupid story that I don't want to delve into the details of but can be summed up in these main points.

1. I am now most definitely single (not a cry-worthy occurrence because as I said, "You can't dump me! I'm dumping you"). But being told you are mean and inconsiderate is never a great thing when you already feel like an asshole because ...

2. Some other people in my life told me I'm rude and selfish.

3. I miss my family and they miss me.

4. I don't like it when people who are important to me are sad and I can't fix it.

Here are my responses.

1. I am not mean nor selfish. I was honest and blunt.

2. I'm pretty sure I always miss my family and they miss me, too.

3. Crying helped none of the above because none of it is fixed and crying just made me feel worse.

Also, I realized today that I am so busy being independent that I forget that it is actually a perfectly normal and acceptable human quality to rely on other people.

Side note: my spell checker changes Asshole to Ashley. This makes me laugh every time. Not because I know any Ashleys that are assholes, but because I'm immature.

I cry so rarely, I thought I should own up to it. And now you know how to make me cry.

Call me an Ashley, make me feel completely incompetent and stupid and then mean-girl me out of your life.

Boom. Done.