It's unnatural.
It's a girly thing to do.
It's not like we have lacrimal glands like all the women do. Nope, we are the emotional pillars of society. Men just don't cry.
If ever one of you people see any grown men crying, smack them right up on the side of their head and tell them they should come to their senses, and smack them right up on the other side for crying where people can see. It's one thing to be crying, but to be crying in front of people? Oh the shame...
Sad shouldn't even be an emotion for men. Come on you testosterone-laden drones! You are the rock, and should never falter. No tears.
It is not worth the tears to even think of crying for the anguish on Nicholas Cage's face when you come to the realization Meg Ryan dies just he, as an angel, gives up his existence and eternity to be with her and spends one blissful night. No. Not even worth the tears.
There really isn't any reason why your eyes should be welling up with tears when you watch Richard Dreyfuss' Mr. Holland's disappointment when he, as a music teacher, has a deaf son or when the moment comes that he takes up the baton, climbs up the stage, and realizes that after so many fruitless years of trying to make the perfect symphony, he sees that his opus was his students who loved him and played his concierto.
No. Resist crying.
It's not a man thing to do.
Don't allow your emotions to rule you. Even if you get to know a patient and his family, and realize at the time where signing the death certificate your words of empathy means a lot. Nope, no crying. Not even if you shared a joke, laughter and smiles during the good times when you visited his room. Not even if you're seeing a mother say her last goodbye to her child flatlining, and there's nothing else you can do.
No tears for the cute and cuddly kid on the respirator, or the 7-year old in dengue shock. None for the kind old lady who offered you her breakfast as she lay in bed for a week waiting for family to visit.
You have to be strong.
Sure, you're heart will get broken once or twice in this lifetime. You'll find out some people just don't get you or pick on you for no reason really. There will be times when you feel like you just don't belong and there really isn't a good enough reason to smile.
No crying.
You shouldn't even feel that wave of sympathy for Noah Calhoun as you see his love overflowing on the pages of your well-read and tattered copy of Nicholas Sparks' The Notebook. You shouldn't feel part of his love mixed with anguish as he tries to win back his wife every single day at their nursing home, bringing her flowers, and reading poetry every day wooing her. Jeez, what a sap.
I don't care if you are cooking with a hundred onions. Suck it in! Be a man! Men just don't cry!
In times where you feel that the downs of life, sadness, grief, and despair. Don't break down and let your tears flow. No. Don't.
Don't
Let
Them
Win.
Sniff.
(read again, this time, with a healthy dose of sarcasm)
3 comments:
You talk more about The Notebook / The Wedding than I do about Narnia.
Its true!
Haha, so it seems. But not true. You talk more about Narnia than I do about the Notebook. You have a separate blog with posts and quotes about it, you watched Caspian twice at the moviehouse (though it was better, it didn't really merit the 2nd viewing cost), you probably believe you are a Narnian, and you're in love with Aslan, err, Aivan.
The reasons why I love the Notebook so much is that it is such a simple story written by a man in a really short book with so profound a notion that true love doesn't end nor does it give up when it's in the right place.
And it helps that I discovered the book at an NBS Book Sale chucked among the P100 and below, and read it to find one of the most touching stories I've ever known.
But nooo, I didn't cry. Hehe
I really did read it for the second time, with a hint of sarcasm. Hehe.
Btw, please join the next TBR here: THE GIFT. Thanks.
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