Yesterday night I while I was strolling along a quiet street, I was drawn to some very loud sobs coming from somewhere ahead of me. At first I thought my ultimate vampire fantasy was finally happening (kidding, just see Chapter One of my book Florid Eyes: A Novel and you’ll know what I’m talking about). I was actually worried that someone was about to jump off from the roof or something.
Turns out a woman was crying to her phone. She is about my age I’d say, also looking like she has just got off from work. I couldn’t quite make sense of what she was saying. The only thing I could hear through her sobs was, “I don’t wanna be with you. Just leave me alone.”
Perhaps I was thinking too much. I hope I was. I naturally assumed she was fighting with a man. A friend once said, “The only thing that could break down a woman is either a breakup or a career failure.” I think that’s spot on.
I tend to consider myself more empathetic than sympathetic, meaning I don’t get shaken by tragedies or sufferings that I’ve never experienced first person, but I REALLY feel for those whose experience I share. At that moment, I was taken back by how much her sorrow was affecting me. As I walked away, my mind drifted to the last time I had a good cry myself and was once again reminded of the excruciating pain. I had to force myself not to blink because my eyes were getting blurry also.
I have done what she was doing many many years ago, crying helplessly to the phone yelling at the person at the other end in public. I was in so much pain that I just couldn’t care less about what strangers thought about me. And I have seen my own mother doing that same thing. It was heart wrenching. As a fellow woman who sometimes falls too hard, I really do hope that girl is doing okay now.