To cry, or not to cry.

I haven’t cried in 3 years. In fact, I cried only 3 times in the past 11 years. I remembered exactly when and why I cried at that three times, and all had big solid reasons.

I read a UK research said, “The poll of 3,000 women - conducted by www.TheBabyWebsite.com - found that after the age of 19, women wept for two hours and 14 minutes a week.” This is no way sound believable to me.

I don’t know why I am not like some women to cry at a sad film or at some unpleasant things that happened in life. Maybe I have unbreakable EQ. Maybe I have suppressed emotion that I don’t know about. Maybe I am too optimistic to care about any imperfections at the moment… I don’t know. But I start worrying… I don’t talk much and I don’t cry… man, I may be a man.

And then, Winter Olympic appears on TV. Seeing the athletics, feeling the tear and pain behind such achievements. All of the sudden I realize, I have been living in a comfort zone for a long time, it was natural not to have tear. Not a good thing, need to push my limits now! …nah, maybe tomorrow.