Boys usually don't cry. At least, not in front of their peers. It's weird, I'll admit, but society doesn't picture the manly man sobbing over trivial subjects.
But honestly, what draws the line of holding your emotions in to letting it all go at once? I mean, there are occasions that require tactful use of our tear ducts but is it proper for certain things? I had a friend that was crying over a bruise....during my primary school days that is.
But there was one incident that cracked my invisible wall that held my emotions in. It happened only last week when I found out the death of a close one. I won't mention his name, but he was a great person.
He was a local priest from a local church around Serangoon Garden. Most of you should know where it is. He baptized me when I was an infant, making me sort of close to him in a way. He was a quiet, fatherly type of priest. That kind of priest that made you think of your grandfather. He held great Homilys and Masses. He was the reason why I started going to that church in the first place.
After moving from my old house to another place, I fell out of contact with that church, and eventually that fatherly priest I've described. The last time I saw him was 2 years ago, Circa July. He was sitting in his quarters, smoking a cigar with his large fingers and those same kind eyes that looked into mine years ago. He asked me in a thick German accent how was my studies going, weather I was doing alright and weather I considered joining the "Brotherhood".
I can't write anymore about this post as I can't seem to gather my thoughts into one coherent passage.
Perhaps another time?
CHOCOLATE ;;
9:03 PM <3