Monday, October 11, 2010
#105: HappySadScared Tears
I cry a lot but I'm not a cry baby. There's a difference.
You see, my brain only thinks in exaggerations, so my emotions are BIG and WILD like tidal waves, and as a result I'm frequently in tears. I cry when I'm feeling satisfied with life (happy tears!), when I'm sad (duh), when I'm angry (which always seems to detract from my anger's credibility), and also when I'm scared (like when I watched the creepy dark-haired little girl from The Ring crawl out of that television).
Last night another unexpected emotional tidal wave hit, and Brian, half asleep, heard me sobbing in bed:
Me: (Sniffle, sniffle.)
Brian: Why are you crying?
Me: I don't want you to die.
Brian: What are you talking about?
Me: I used to think that if we ever broke up for whatever reason, I'd be okay - I'd be upset, obviously, and depressed for a while, but not, you know, destroyed. But the problem is now that we're married I love you even MORE than I did last year. It was easier to imagine you gone when I loved you a little less. But now I don't want to ever be away from you. What if you die young? Or what if I died at age 35 - what would you do???
Brian: [He turns away.] I have an itch - can you scratch my back?
And that's when I realized that being under the warm covers scratching the middle part of your husband's back, the part that he can't reach, is such an awesome thing to be able to do on a chilly Sunday evening. Life is good. And maybe I'm happier than I think. Maybe we all are.
While it's so utterly sad that we won't always have each other, and while it's scary to know that one day one of us will be lying in bed alone and there will be no one asking for a back scratch or no one available to be a scratcher, I'm quite happy and thankful that tonight none of that is true. We love each other and we live together - what more do you really need?
I cried a lot of tears last night. But all this really means is that my life in the present is so full of joy; I've got a lot to lose, you see, and that's a good thing. It's much better than having a life with nothing and no one to lose. So maybe my SadScared Tears are just there to remind me of how happy I actually am. They're a kick in the butt to be more grateful, too.
One of the bravest things I've ever done is get married. I thought I'd never do it - not after losing someone so special to me and knowing far too intimately the pain of such a thing. I never wanted to be vulnerable to that kind of loss again.
But fate favors the brave, and now I've got this incredible Love as my reward. And I don't think that I'll ever regret this gamble, not even when Brian is gone and the landscape of my life has changed.
There's a song by a band called Paramore that acts as the perfect soundtrack to the HappySadScared Tears that I shed about Brian. And you guessed it - every time I hear it on the radio while I'm driving I turn it up, sing along, and start sobbing like a damn fool. The song goes:
Maybe I know somewhere deep in my soul that love never lasts
And we've got to find other ways to make it alone
and keep a straight face
I've always lived like this - keeping a comfortable distance
And up until I had sworn to myself that I'm content with loneliness
Because none of it was ever worth the risk
But you are the only exception
And I'm on my way to believing