The first tear

The wise folks on Pinterest inform me of lots of things. How to turn crayons into candles, how to tell if someone is lying, 127 uses for baking soda and vinegar. Facts about dogs.
Of course I believe it all. Because I'm gullible. And I believed this little fact right up until yesterday afternoon- that when you cry, if you're sad, the tears will fall from your left eye first. If you're happy- from the right.
So I believed that up until yesterday when I was reading something that was exceedingly sad to me. It was something about 9/11. And I can assure you of these things- It made me sad. It made me cry. And the first tear streamed from my right eye.

I don't like to cry. And truth be told, I rarely do. I cry much less than the typical man even. According to pinterest. Which also claims that women cry far more than men.

But really. I don't cry much. There was an era of mine where it was hard to stop myself, it's true. But that involved menopause and the fact that a person I loved crushed my soul and that i was grieving To start with. So, that explains that era. But before and after that- it really can be said that nothing much made or makes me cry.

And if I do cry, it's usually more because of frustration or anger. And it's usually brief.

But yesterday. It was sad. The deep kind. The quiet kind. The kind where if someone was behind you And couldn't see your face- they'd never suspect you were crying.

But so anyway. That's how I know that pinterest is wrong. Either that or I am. Just a wrong mixed up person. Because the first tear fell from my right eye.