Tears don’t come easily for some people. There are thousands of reasons why people weep. But I’ve noticed that crying is on the upswing. And from what I can tell, the natural reaction is not feigned. The droplets of fluid streaming down someone’s cheek or the obvious globular increase in the size of someone’s eyes who is about to shed tears is visibly obvious.
As mentioned there are myriad of inexplicable causes for this natural phenomenon to occur. There can be tears of pain, or “Cry for Happy,” George Marshall’s 1961 classic film.
To limn them would be foolish and insincere prose. In short, more people are showing their emotions and whether they know it or not are saying “To hell with the social stigma.” I am emotionally damaged or intensely charged at this time and I’m going to let it out for the world, my coworkers, my family, my wife, my children – everyone to see how I feel.
Lately, I’ve noticed that I’ve been susceptible to this outward showing of touching drama. And as I look around me, it’s fairly obvious why. I’m an extremely sensitive individual whose sales shell is still forming. Oh, sure, my protective layers are far thicker than the average, but I’m really not – there – yet. You know the kind. The obnoxious ones. They always stand out. And as I’m thinking this through, I’m not at all sure I would ever want to be in that group.
Yet, here I am – a cigar broker, an independent SALES representative who, according to The Collins English Dictionary as, “. . . a person who sells products on behalf of a company, usually traveling away from their own company’s premises to find and sell to customers.” with a developing shell.
Initially, turtle embryos develop like the birds and mammals do . . . . But as turtles mature, their bodies undergo an unusual folding process during which certain portions of their skeletons and muscles tuck in on themselves. This folding causes some bones and muscles to connect in ways that they don’t in other animals. As a result, the turtle’s shoulder blades slip beneath its rib cage, and its rib bones grow out to the sides instead of curving downward. Over time the flat, splayed-out ribs harden to form the turtle’s upper shell.” (National Geographic Keer Than 7.9.09)
Ergo the tears. My shell is not maturing as quickly as perhaps nature intended. Or, I’m holding back the growth process that would allow my skin to maturate into an adult turtle resembling the staying power of the late, great Zig Ziglar (my raison d’etre not to be your average sales rep) thereby pulling me into the emotive chords of the symphony of sales.
Masterpieces such as Shostakovich – Symphony No. 5 in D minor, Op. 47; Verdi – La Traviata; Beethoven – String Quartet No. 14 in C♯ minor, Op. 131; John Williams – Theme from Schindler’s List is sure to drain your tear ducts. And sales reps like . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . are sure to empty your pockets.
Yes, tears – those tiny, yet heavy, falling drops of water, mucin, lipids, lysozyme, lactoferrin, lipocalin, lacritin, immunoglobulins, glucose, urea, sodium, and potassium are becoming the norm. Yes, tears are becoming commonplace in the public. And not just due to the sensitivity to sales rejection, but, because of mass shootings at high schools, churches, concerts, shopping centers, and airports.
Unfortunately what has become the norm is being brought about by the gradual, slow unraveling of man’s mind thereby maiming our sense of what is right and what is wrong and what has become regrettably acceptable and sadly tolerable.