I wish I could stop crying.
It’s not the boo-hoo type of crying.
It’s not the I’m-so-happy-I-can’t-help-but-cry sort of crying, either.
My eyes constantly water. Well, not constantly, but they do water for days at a time. I think it’s the cold weather. Perhaps it’s the wind. Whatever it is, I wish it would stop because wow, I’m so sick of reaching up and dabbing at the corners of my eyes to soak up the moisture.
It’s annoying and people look at me strange.
It’s not my makeup. My makeup hasn’t changed for years. And like I said, it only happens occasionally.
It’s happening today, right this very minute.
I have to wear water-proof mascara or it’ll smear and I end up giving little kids nightmares. When I turn my head a certain way, the light captures the moisture and people ask me if I’m crying.
“No. My eyes are watering,” I reply.
They look at me like they don’t believe me.
I don’t cry. I hate crying.
“It’s a waste of energy,” I say.
But my eyes, they won’t stop watering.
Perhaps I’m crying and don’t know it?
It seems to get worse the older I get.
If this keeps up, I’ll be dehydrated before I’m 45.