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Crying in the shower.

 

It is, based from experience, an effective outlet of sadness. If you feel like crying, go and take (do it in the) a shower.

 

See. Two things.

First. Before you know it, the driplets are already those produced by your ducts which withdraws from your eyes. And you just did not realize it because it drips along with the actual liquid coming from the hose.

Second. It is, the ONLY thing dripping.

 

For whatever between the two you might get in contact with, still, it is effective.

It makes you think of everything and every little reason that makes you cry or feel sorrow.

 

And, atleast no one else would hear you.

 

And likewise, you would not hear anything else to keep your increased-lacrimation-due-to-emotional-stress stuff from coming. Thus, you get to avoid emotional burst-outs or breakdowns from keeping it all intact.

 

See, crying is not bad. Shedding tears is something you unintentionally do, but actually helps you feel ease and lighter worries.

 

And doing it in the shower, I can say, is a really good “technique” to let out those tears.

 

 

I wanted to share :) ) It might help :) )

Thursday. The twenty-fifth of September.
My (somewhat) favorite day of the week for having a not-so-”heavy”-schedule. 

There was nothing different about this (my) day.
Nothing new. Nothing extraordinary. Nothing distinct.
Nothing at all. 

Despite of the exhaustion I was feeling, caused by our two-hour swimming class followed by our Reading Long test, I have managed to “survive” the rest of my day. 

And one thing that marked it was the Personality Test we took during our Guidance Class, our last subject.
See, our teacher/counselor, told us that we were going to have this test, that she was going to ask us forty-two questions, and that we should answer it only with a YES ,or a NO, and honestly. 

Started the test, it was only dictated. 

Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. No. Yes. Yes. Blah blah blah… 

Then boom!  

There was this one question she blurted out, that I took so long to answer whether I give it a (my) yes, or a (my) no. 

“Do you keep your promises? Yes or no?” 

I was still. I was reflecting, flashing back instances where promises were involved.  

What were the kinds of things I have promised anything with/to?
Have I kept those promises I have laid down? Or have I only failed and forgotten some (many?)? 

I was thinking hard. The answer I was going to conclude was all for me. “This is a personality test!” I said to myself. Anything I was going to write there, would be giving benefit to ME, and only I. If I do not answer that (those) question(s) honestly, and lie since it only asked for a yes or a no, still I would be lying to myself.
That personality test was intended for us(me) to know ourselves(myself) better, to arrive to conclusions about ourselves(myself) that we(I) have no knowledge about way back; that there are still a LOT of things we(I) do not know about ourselves(myself). SO I HAVE TO REALLY ANSWER THIS HONESTLY. Okay.
What I did was, since I was already having confusions if I do or do not keep my promises, recalled the times I know I have offered(agreed to) promises, and thought if I have done(kept) those promises… 

YES, was what I have written. 

I (think I) know myself, maybe not enough or much of it, but I definitely do know something about myself likewise, in some matters. 

I KEEP MY PROMISES, was the superior feeling I had.
Okay, I admit. Maybe not ALL the time, but most of it I do..
I KNOW I DO. 

That personality test gave me a stun, otherwise, it was helpful for it gave me my own guide questions; to, from time to time, I could get a hold of myself and check. As if I could get to have my own “self-checklist”. 

We did not finish it though, the bell rang and it was time to pack up and go home.
Can’t wait until next week! J

 

– And then I headed home. Still thinking.

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