i always thought
we’d laugh one day
i never knew
we’d cry so much
I have been making women wet all my life.
I am brilliant at it,
a real expert.
I must have made hundreds of women wet,
I just wish it wasn’t always by making them cry.
Crying is like pooing, if you don’t do it regularly, it really hurts.
I learned this from Ricky Gervais of all people on when he was on Desert Island Discs. One of the songs he chose, he chose because it made him cry. I didn’t get it at all, I was baffled. Why would he want to make himself cry, especially when he was stuck on a desert island? Then I realised, he is comfortable with all his emotions, not just the happy ones and I became sad because I realised that I was not like that but wished that I could be.
I’m not sure quite how it happened, gradually, I guess, by not changing the station when a sad song came on or switching channels when a movie made me want to cry, and slowly I started to feel comfortable with more of me, feel fuller as a person.
Lee hall puts it much better in his fantastic and heartbreaking radio play about faith, love and death Spoonface Steinberg. I made a little clip of the first two minutes. It says what I feel better than I ever could.
the saddest things fill you up. like, in a big way and you feel so full as in no happiness can bring such.
be friends with sadness
enjoy your tears
crying is like laughing but for deep people
crying is like pooing, its only painfull if you don’t do it regularly
i love sad stories, like romeo and whatsherface. somehow sad stories
say more about us
fiction should move us and change us and sad endings affect us more
deeply than happy ones, somehow they are just bigger stories that
when i write, i try to kill as many characters as possible (buggers you
up for the possibilty of a sequel though)
stories are symbols and fictional violence and death symbolise our
own everyday hurts and endings
embrace your sadness, it makes us as human as our happiness does,
maybe more so.
what other animal laughs or cries?
cry as much as you laugh – balance your soul that way
lee hall had this beautiful thing to say about it in the opening of ‘spoonface steinberg’
12.01.08 | Categories: love, musings, writing | Tags: Arts, Crying, Emotion, Fiction, Health, love, Online Writing, Philosophy, Religion & Spirituality, Religion and Spirituality, Sadness, Tears | 4 Comments