It is generally understood that crying in public is socially unacceptable. But, you know what? To heck with social norms. A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.
“If I go on this ride, I will cry. I’m not kidding.”
“Shut up, Jordan. You’re being dramatic.”
After falling prey to the claws of peer pressure, I found myself in a line of shivering people, with 5 orange tickets in hand.
Then I found myself entrapped in a metal seat, hanging a few feet off of the ground.
Then I found myself slowly revolving.
Then I found myself plummeting toward the ground from an unknown height (it was, like, really high).
Then I found myself in tears at the North Carolina State Fair.
Yes, I cried fear-induced tears on a ride that small children had ridden along with me. However, given that I am an 18-year-old girl in her first year of college with no idea as to what her future holds, there are many, many instances in which I could have cried, but RESISTED.
Being a college student means to live in a permanent bubble of anxiety. There are tear-worthy instances on a weekly basis.
If you ever feel tears fighting their way through your resistance to the bottom of your eye sockets, know that it is OK to surrender.
To cry means to have feelings, which means that you are not a robot. Though we all try our best to achieve perfection, perfection is inhuman.
As Queen Elsa would say, let it go.
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