It’s My Party I Can Cry if I Want To

Much to my dismay it’s not always your party and you CANNOT cry if you want to.  I have had numerous bouts of drunken cries that range from a few delicate, streaming tears to full blown sobs, complete with running nose and gasping breaths (really quite attractive).  Now do not get me wrong, crying is a natural reaction to one’s emotions and healthy from time to time.  However, the act becomes rather unhealthy when it occurs week in and week out at your local bar.  You quickly adopt the nickname Weepy (Snow White’s long lost 8th dwarf) and your friends proceed with caution as they watch you down drink after drink.  There is nothing cute or fun, in fact, about being that needy girl whose friends constantly have to console them.  At the end of the night the mood is ruined, you are keeping everyone up and worst of all you’re preventing your friends from grabbing that slice of pizza covered in ranch they’ve been craving all night.  My (not so) inner struggle with a drunken cry or twenty stemmed from a multitude of sources; there was the “I’ll be alone forever” cry, the “I’m graduating” cry that often turned into “the life crisis” cry.  These serve as only a couple of instances that are all tucked neatly in my memory as persistent reminders of past mistakes decisions.  Regardless of how much alcohol was consumed I cannot forget nor escape the painful embarrassment I had the power of bringing on myself.  The most pivotal lesson I learned may be the importance of addressing your emotions as they arise and that burying them in the recesses of your mind is only a temporary fix.  They accumulate, becoming a ticking time bomb just waiting for the opportune moment to explode.  As one could predict this bomb is likely to reach zero at the end of a long night at the bar, where thoughts are all muddled together and subsequently half articulated.  The road to becoming a classier you can be likened to a 12 step program.  First, you must admit that you want to make a change and further these ideas with the appropriate actions.  The classier you will recognize when you are sad and make an active decision not to drink, instead addressing soberly what is on your mind.  Your friends are your greatest support system and often times best at consoling or giving advice, just as long as you do it over coffee not 5 gin and tonics (as you master these tricks you can move up to one or two adult beverages).  If you take anything away from this rant, let it be that a drunken cry every once in a blue moon can be a cathartic experience but DO NOT make it a habit.  As the saying goes, old habits die hard.