A little more conversation, a little more crying please!


So.....

I was just talking to my friend 'Jeff' about the ills of the world. He's been going through a bit of a shit time lately, and we got talking about crying.

He told me that he cried because of what has been going on, and I wonder how he thought I'd react, because for us guys the standard response is to kick them when they are down by terrorising them, but I didn't.

I smiled, not a smirk, no eyes lighting up at somebody having a bad day...... I smiled because I was PROUD of him, so fucking proud it made me happy, happy for him, happy for me, happy for humanity, because it set him free.

I'm an open book when it comes to shedding tears, I cry ALL. THE. TIME. Want proof? Ok, here's a few things that have set me off lately.

- Fraggle rock
- Our dog not stopping whining
- My Granduncle died
- I was due to go back to work
- Fraggle rock (mentioned for a second time due the ludicrously odd nature of it upsetting me)

Fraggle fucking rock....... But that's just it, there doesn't need to be a rhyme or reason to shed tears, when they want to flow, LET THEM FLOW! Tears are like a river I guess, sometimes they just sit there peacefully minding there own business, and other times a storm makes them swell and burst their banks. These raging torrents power their way downstream until they reach a dam. This blockage allows us to control what we let pass and what we hold back, but even the biggest dams can only hold back mother nature to a point, eventually those tears are either going to overwhelm that gate or they will find another route. If we let it find another direction we neglect those emotions and they spill out with chaos and fury in an uncontrolled manner we put ourselves at risk of catastrophic failure in terms of our wellbeing.

Let those tears flow when your eyes begin to sting, control that river, be its guide until it empties into the ocean.

Real men DO cry, real men DO show their vulnerability, and it's our job to congratulate our brothers that bare their souls to the world, because THAT is fucking bravery, THAT is what breaks down another of the barriers put up by the toxic masculinity that we have indoctrinated successive generations with.

Let's break the mould, let's kick the fucking walls until they crumble and fall, let's start conversations that allow people to see that so many of us are walking the same path but in a different way, words CAN fix the world.

Fraggle rock, of all things........ why couldn't it have been something like old yeller or the champ?

As always, I'd LOVE it if people chose to share this, because this is how we begin to claim back the dignity of being comfortable with our emotions, by letting each other into our hearts and minds.

Much love, 

Dave x

Ps. Show 'Jeff' some love if you have a moment, because he's walking his path with a renewed energy and determination, and that needs celebrating :)

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