Fun fact: I actually can’t cry anymore because I was taught growing up that was unacceptable for a man. Only time it was allowed was literally when someone (close to me) died, and so today that is the only time I cry.
I came close when I was walking for graduation because my family couldn’t be there (plane got grounded by weather on their way in), but it didn’t happen even then. My eyes might have gotten more moist than usual, but no tears.
And now, I continue the cycle, because if I have managed to find balance and happiness without functioning tear ducts I expect the same from those around me. I’m sure that’s healthy….
There’s probably some merit in the peptalk bullshit, and it probably comes from a good place a lot of the time, but constant masking doesn’t seem like a good idea, either. I think that mentality turns some of us sensitive folk into raging alcoholics and things like that, or maybe that was just me. Either way, pretending to be strong in some instances is great (when applicable), being vulnerable other times is also great, imo. Maybe being a man is really the best of both worlds, sometimes.
Different periods of life, age and experience are also all weird variables to contend with, too. Life really changes your outlook, and sometimes you’ve grown so far away from your past selves that you feel almost unrecognizable, hopefully in a good way. Maybe that’s what being a man is all about, but honestly I have no idea.
Read this in the voice of Mitch Hedberg for meme vibes