This isn’t the post I was going to write today but, what the hell, I’m behind on my blogging here and I would have thrown it up on Tumblr anyway.

I’m a big believer in the cleansing power of tears. Maybe because I inherited my mother’s tendency of crying at the drop of a hat. It helps being able to rationalize how often you burst into tears for reasons that baffle others.

Today I was doing some work and catching up on Grey’s Anatomy in the background. The show never fails to make me cry. People love to rag on it but, damn, if they don’t manage to tug on my heartstrings every single week. And that’s probably why I shouldn’t watch it while working.

You know those FUUUUU memes? I mostly hate ‘em. Actually, I think I just generally hate all memes these days for how the Internet creates and then instantly devalues them. But those never fail to make me roll my eyes. And yet? That’s exactly how I felt when my IT guy popped his head in just as I had tears streaming down my face. I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s a FUUUUU cartoon out there for this exact situation. Oy.

Luckily my IT guy is a friend. His giving me shit for what I was doing glossed right over the awkwardness of it all. I don’t mind people seeing me cry, especially not when it’s over a TV show. And I know logic seems to dictate it would be the other way around, but I think it’s more about losing your shit. I don’t care if you see me being touched by a story. I don’t want you to witness me having a break down, ya know?

I think today’s cry was more of the latter rather than the former. Nothing’s wrong per say. I’m just processing a lot right now and I’m the poster child for the I’ll-deal-with-that-later approach to hard decisions. And sometimes you just need a good cry. A chance to flush out your system, if you will. I’ve been on the brink a few times in the past few weeks, but I’ve also been busy. No time to stop and cry. I’m on a schedule here, vato!

But it’s got to happen eventually. And it’s quiet in my office today. I’m doing some repetitive code cleanup that needs to get done but takes very little brain power or concentration. I’ve got a show on in the background that’s pushing all the right buttons and – BAM! – before you know it I’m indulging in a nice good old-fashioned sobfest.

Yeah… That’s not the moment you want to see someone step into your office out of the corner of your eye. Now that it’s over I’m rolling my eyes at myself but I gotta admit, I do feel better. But mostly I’m sharing because, if any of you ever end up watching Grey’s with me or any movie that’s not a comedy with a heartwarming end, prepare yourself for tears. They’re going to happen. And I’ll prepare myself for the mocking. Because, even more so than Desmond, that is my constant.