column by noellepick
have heard the line, “Gosh, Noelle. You are so emotional,” more times than I can count. It is people’s automatic defense during the uncomfortable moments when I burst into tears over something they hardly bat an eye at. Why is being emotional such a bad thing?
No matter how you express your emotions, you should never be ridiculed for it. I understand that not everyone conveys their sadness through tears like I do, and that’s okay. No one should feel bad or weird for it.
Being an emotional person, I have had my fair share of public crying moments. My journalism class has learned to never play the song “Rivers and Roads” by The Head and the Heart around me without fair warning. If there’s a movie with any remotely sad part in it, I break out the tissues with no shame.
For me, crying just feels good. Finally releasing emotions that have been bottled up inside me for so long is such a refreshing feeling. It de-stresses me and helps clear my mind. I always walk away from a good cry knowing that I will feel 100 times better. This outweighs any public humiliation I may experience.
Because I am so in touch with my emotional side, I also consider myself to be empathetic. If anyone is feeling down, I will do whatever it takes to make them feel better. I have sent silly BuzzFeed quizzes and cute cartoons to friends countless times, but my favorite means of comfort is a classic, heart-warming hug.
I know it may shocking to hear, but I love hugs even more than I love the feeling after I cry. I am a very touchy-feely person, and hugs make me feel warm, fuzzy, and enveloped with love. In addition, I am a firm believer that the best cure for a bad mood is a good hug.
A hug is a cleansing experience. Being squeezed tightly by someone I love helps me walk away more hopeful than when I went in. I can humbly say that I have been told by many that my hugs are the best of the best. Feel free to stop me in the halls if you want the blessing of experiencing one yourself or wish to challenge my title.
If you combine my propensity for tears and love of hugs, I will effectively transform into an incoherent, blubbering puddle of emotion. Just ask anyone who has seen me during the emotional moments of the three Freshman Retreats I have experienced.
Sadness is not the only emotion I express so openly. I wear all of my emotions on my sleeve, so you should be able to tell if I am happy, angry, annoyed, afraid, or surprised after a few conversations with me. If I am happy, odds are I will not be able to wipe the smile off my face. If I am angry or annoyed, I get sassy and unsociable. Finally, if I am scared or surprised, don’t be shocked if you hear a shriek or holler come from my mouth.
I understand that many members of the student body will identify with this column. (Shout out to my fellow cry babies!) I also understand that many people will not identify with this column, and I respect that.
No matter how you display emotion, you should not feel insecure about it. If your eyes prickle with tears of happiness at the thought of cuddling with a pile of puppies, own it. If you didn’t even sniffle at the thought of Zayn leaving 1D but fully felt the heartbreak, know that you are probably not a sociopath. People just express their emotions differently, that’s all.
The next time you stumble upon someone crying in the halls, don’t judge. What they need is a shoulder to cry on, not someone who will make them feel insecure. If someone isn’t visibly shaken when their class song is played, don’t pressure them to get emotional when that’s not their style. Everyone is entitled to feel the way they feel and express themselves however they want.