||[May. 2nd, 2005|12:54 am]
heat lightning and unmade beds
to even suppose to have a reason or due justification for an emotion seems like a funny concept. all of us are led to believe that we should be able to reign in emotions and run them through the logic algorithms in our heads in order to determine whether they should be displayed or not. when alcohol, drug intake, exhaustion or simple frusturation override the normal protocol and emotions are instantly displayed, against our own intentions of keeping them secret, the reactions are mainly incredulous. after a few minutes, perhaps disappointment in the persons inability to "keep the lid on" or, on the other hand, some empathy. but, what i consistently fail to see is any genuine sympathy, and i don't know if it's because we truly cannot remember for whatever reason any point in time where we had the same sort of "breakdown" or if it's only been ingrained that such things are meant for a more private arena.
if you need to yell, yell
if you need to cry, cry
and i realize my own deficiencies when it comes to understanding that, even as i write. rolled eyes and quiet whispers are the weapons we wield at those times, and i think it's time we put them down.