The Crying Game

       When we were kids we cry when we’re hungry, hurt or to catch the attention of our parents.  As we grow older the reasons for crying becomes more complicated.  I remember crying so hard that I had an asthma attack when we were mourning the death of my grandfather.  I was only 16 then… And although I only laugh about it now, I remember crying when I had my first heartache… after a super juvenile relationship… which I then considered to be a love affair, hehehe!  Lately, I cry for the most stupid

reasons… even when our puppy refuses to eat or gets too hyper for me to even give her a bath, I cry.  When I watched the movie “A Smile Like Yours” on cable I cried so hard, you’d think someone died!  I have given up on putting the blame on the hormone-inducing medications that I am taking to help me with my infertility problems.  I have also long admitted to myself that I am oftentimes “crazy-moody”.  Here’s an example of how “crazy” my emotions can turn with just a split-second.

   Last Thursday, April 26, Charlie and I both went on half-day at our respective places of work so we can celebrate our 1^st Anniversary.  We went to MOA (Mall of Asia), had late lunch at Pizza Hut Bistro then watched the movie Wildhogs.  Then as we were browsing the multitude of stores there we came upon imono — which sells silver accessories / jewelries.  So Charlie had this brillant idea that we would have a tradition, every year when we celebrate our anniv, we would buy a pair of rings (I know, I know, it’s too expensive but hey, it’s just an idea)  But since we didn’t actually plan on buying anything major that day (and didn’t want to use credit cards) we agreed that costume jewelry would be fine.  It was ideal also since our wedding bands were too expensive for everyday use anyway.  So we started looking for rings… but we were not successful because the rings we found were either too flashy or not in our size.  So we went home with just beach slippers on our bags (we bought matching ones in all flip-flops).  The next day, April 27, Charlie gave me a ring pop and although it was so childish and materially insignificant… I hugged him and cried… I kept kissng him and saying I love you.  How “babaw” am I?  I guess the fact that he was leaving for Ilocos that night hightened my emotional state because as I was inspecting his bag (for the n^th) time I kept reminding him to text me every night before he goes to bed (he’s staying there until May 5) and I kept going to the bathroom to wash my face because I feel like crying again (all that time telling him that the frequent washing was because of the heat).  Last Saturday I was so tired from doing the laundry that morning that I fell asleep at around 11am and woke up at around 2pm (only because my stomach was grumbling with hunger already) to find out that I had 8 missed calls from Charlie (my cellphone was on vibrate mode).  I cried nanaman, kainis! Kasi it’s hard to find a good spot there with a lasting signal and I was irritated at myself for not anticipating his call (to think that last night I was a little pissed off already that in 6 times I tried calling him, all I got was the “the subscriber cannot be reached” message!)  Hay naku!  Being in this emotional roller coaster ride is hard… I must learn to fight the urge to cry for the littlest things and eventually play another game besides this…