after i read this article about crying in public in new york, i felt really moved by it---
not only do i love the way it is written, but the subject matter is something that has been on my mind for the past few weeks.
being alone. privacy. how to handle it all in new york city.
melissa febos starts by saying "I’ve done it on the subway and at the Museum of Modern Art, in Prospect Park, Tompkins Square Park and leaning against the locked gate of Gramercy Park."
she then says, "If you live in New York, you’re bound to end up crying in public eventually; there just aren’t enough private places."
and i thought this was a little funny... ha, i'd never cry in public. but i kept seeing people crying everywhere on the street, in the subway, et cetera ---
and thought it was strange.
and the thought of crying in public was still funny until the other day--- and then again the other other day i found myself, crying in public.
first was at the abc home store near union square when my friend was late to meet me (like 45 minutes late) and when she finally arrived, she came over to hug me and started crying. so of course, i started to cry. she had had the worst day which greatly contributed to her tardiness--- and there we were: hugging and crying in the middle of the hippest homestore on the planet (while her toddler wandered off).
second was in the subway station at 42nd street/times square, late on a friday night with ben -when my tears caught me by surprise- as they sometimes do when i talk about feeling undervalued by the world (that silly, cruel world).
before we even moved here i observed that the BEST and WORST thing about new york is you are so surrounded and enveloped by people all the time, but on the other hand you are so very alone and isolated.
BUT you grow accustomed to this.
those two times i was crying in public? it was if i was alone with my friend, or alone with ben - and not at a homestore surrounded by fancy people or in a crowded, noisy subway station.
it's as if you are always at home in the city- and so you are always at liberty to show your true emotions.
the article says, "public criers ask nothing; they don't need anyone to take care of them."
just like sometimes when you cry at home or in private.
i loved the article. read it. it's not just about crying :)
p.s. photo is of the "hopes and dreams" wall at the times square visitors center.
p.p.s. my mom said the first time she visited the museum of modern art (moma)--- she cried because it was so beautiful. ... i love that.