Written by one female for all females without any other female input.
If you are a stereotypical male, you probably find yourself boggled by the female brain and emotions. You probably also hate it when they cry and you can't make sense of it. By reading the below information you may gain some grasp of such difficult topics.
Most female crying fits fall under one of these categories:
Pain:
If she is crying due to pain, figure out if it is a sickness pain (headache, stomach ache, etc.) or injury. In case of sickness, consider that women have a high pain tolerance for such things, and look into taking her to a doctor. If it is for injury, assess the situation yourself, ask her opinion, and then act accordingly. I would say to remove the nail that is sticking in her forehead, but if you know anything of first aid, you know that that is not the correct procedure in impalement issues.
Ridiculous Catastrophe (Also known as "No Reason"):
Example: you walk into the kitchen, she is standing over the sink crying. You ask what's wrong and she sobs out, "I dropped my cup of water into the sink and it all spilled!" Your first reaction is probably "What on earth is wrong with this creature?!", so for the sake of your life and this relationship, don't let your first reaction come out of your mouth.
She is not crying because her water spilled. She is crying because as soon as she woke up this morning, she felt crumby. Maybe her head hurts. Maybe she's fighting a cold. Maybe it's that time of month, but whatever it is, her body doesn't feel good. Then she gets up and as soon as she sees a mirror she sighs: she looks just as bad as she feels. Like it or not (and whether we like or not), women tend to care about how they look. From there her morning does not improve: she can't find anything to wear that fixes how she feels about her looks this morning, she drops her hairbrush, she realizes she forgot to complete something for work. Every time something happens she tells herself "It's okay, it's going to be okay, I don't need to freak out about this. It's just going to be a bad day. I can handle a bad day. Don't cry. Don't be emotional. Don't be that girl." And then, with a clank, a dropped cup jars her out of her careful control, and the tears hit. First the tears for the cup, then for the way she feels physically, then the way she looks, then the project she forgot at work. And when you ask her, all that comes out is that she dropped the cup.
How to handle it: As I said, don't let your first reaction slip out! Next step: if there is a mess, help her clean it up. Depending on your relationship with said female, a hug may be appropriate. Whatever you do, do something to make her feel that maybe today doesn't have to be a bad day for the whole day.
Tiredness:
This is only a half-truth. We don't cry because we are tired, but, because we are tired, we don't have the energy to put up an anti-crying wall. So, if she is crying because of tiredness, you still need to figure out the real reason. Sorry!
Book or Movie Emotions:
If she is crying because of a book or movie, you really can't help. Realize that she is empathizing and needs to let out the emotions. And take away her books: they are dangerous because they give women ideas and encourage thinking.
Laughing:
If she is laughing so hard that she is crying, I hope you don't see this as a problem. Enjoy the fact that she looks ridiculous doing it, but is carefree enough to do it anyway.
Emotional Topic/Cry Talking:
Ever been in a heated conversation/debate and a female starts crying as she elucidates her point? She hates it more than you do, and wishes she could control it. Just ignore it and do your best to continue the conversation while diffusing the emotions that are blocking her speech patterns. Seriously, she doesn't like that this is happening.
Using Above Crying as Manipulation:
Two possibilities: either she is cruelly manipulative (can't help you there), or she feels that this is the only way you will listen to her. If it is the second. listen now, but also make sure you listen to her before she has to go to this length.
Quietly Crying, Hoping You Don't Notice:
I'm not going to handle this anymore than suggest two things: either something really bad has happened and she doesn't want to ruin your day, or she is depressed.
Tuesday, December 1, 2015
Sunday, January 25, 2015
ADD in Church, 1.25.15
Thoughts fly
And fancies pull me
Whither they will.
I'm listening,
But am I?
Half an ear, perhaps
Missed the point,
Gone again.
Wheels turning
Too many thoughts.
Here, there, dancing
I focus again
Then eyes drawn to
Hair. Red, dyed.
Back to page,
To preacher,
Funny story.
Quiet chatter by me
Preacher reading,
Me reading
Focused
Unfocused
Focus, focus, focus.
And fancies pull me
Whither they will.
I'm listening,
But am I?
Half an ear, perhaps
Missed the point,
Gone again.
Wheels turning
Too many thoughts.
Here, there, dancing
I focus again
Then eyes drawn to
Hair. Red, dyed.
Back to page,
To preacher,
Funny story.
Quiet chatter by me
Preacher reading,
Me reading
Focused
Unfocused
Focus, focus, focus.
Wednesday, December 31, 2014
A Joyful Moment, 6.6.13
A joy
quickly passing
But bright
in its moment
From a love
that is lasting
As pure as
it is rare
The laughter
of a second
That fades
in the air
But holds in
it stories
Of all that
is true and fair
Rampant Thoughts, 12.26.13
Staying up late
Know
I ought to go to bed
Too
many thoughts
Running
rampant in my head
Want
to do this
Or
do that instead
So
many thoughts
Running
rampant in my head
Tuesday, December 30, 2014
Broken Memory, 12.29.13
Slipped
between my fingers
Fell
Clattered
on the floor
The
only memory I held dear
Smashed
And
now no more
I
let it go on purpose
Perhaps
Time
to move on
But
now I feel a change
Purposeless
Now
that it is gone
Monday, December 29, 2014
Memories Forgotten, 8.26.13
Would you leave behind the memories
If God gave you that choice?
And lose the only thing you have,
The memory of his voice
Would forgetfulness accomplish
What nothing else could
And might your heart heal
As the ghosts fade from these woods
If God gave you that choice?
And lose the only thing you have,
The memory of his voice
Would forgetfulness accomplish
What nothing else could
And might your heart heal
As the ghosts fade from these woods
Tuesday, December 2, 2014
Why I Hate Santa
Because a child believing in Santa means parents are lying to their children.
Because when an enlightened child tells an unenlightened child the truth about Santa, the mother of the enlightened child gets an angry phone call from the mother of the unenlightened child.
Because the very premise of Santa is bribing children to behave well.
Because I heard a mother once say that her children had to "believe to receive", thus showing that her children had to perpetuate the lie in order to get gifts from the parents.
Because having Santa turns Christmas into a holiday all about receiving, not a whit about giving.
Because some people say they teach their children about Santa because "they don't want them to miss out on Christmas".
Because I have heard Santa described as "Whenever someone gives to someone else, whenever there is love, that is Santa." And that disgusts me.
Because twice now, when discussing Jesus, God, and angels, my students have brought up Santa.
And most importantly, because when one of my five-year-olds asked me if Santa was real, I couldn't tell him the truth, because 12 sets of childish, excited ears were listening, and I couldn't make myself break that many hearts (I didn't want 12-24 angry phone calls this afternoon either). Also, because today I told my kids that someday soon I will tell them about Santa, and I have no idea what I'm going to say.
Because when an enlightened child tells an unenlightened child the truth about Santa, the mother of the enlightened child gets an angry phone call from the mother of the unenlightened child.
Because the very premise of Santa is bribing children to behave well.
Because I heard a mother once say that her children had to "believe to receive", thus showing that her children had to perpetuate the lie in order to get gifts from the parents.
Because having Santa turns Christmas into a holiday all about receiving, not a whit about giving.
Because some people say they teach their children about Santa because "they don't want them to miss out on Christmas".
Because I have heard Santa described as "Whenever someone gives to someone else, whenever there is love, that is Santa." And that disgusts me.
Because twice now, when discussing Jesus, God, and angels, my students have brought up Santa.
And most importantly, because when one of my five-year-olds asked me if Santa was real, I couldn't tell him the truth, because 12 sets of childish, excited ears were listening, and I couldn't make myself break that many hearts (I didn't want 12-24 angry phone calls this afternoon either). Also, because today I told my kids that someday soon I will tell them about Santa, and I have no idea what I'm going to say.
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