In the news recently was a story about a Japanese hotel that came up with a new business strategy: they're now offering rooms designed specifically for (women only) customers who want to have a good cry. The privacy (and "cashmere soft" tissues) would be a plus if you find yourself weepy on the streets of Japan, but is crying in public really so bad? I want to know your stance. Let's talk about it.
I've told you before about how I used to like to cry in the car, but now, living car-free in NYC, I understand how shockingly hard it is to find a little alone time to let some sadness out.
Here is a list of the public places I've seen people cry:
- Subway (obviously)
- Sitting on the curb outside a Chipotle
- Dressing room at J.Crew
- Park bench
- Restaurant bathroom
- Walking briskly down the street all normal-like yet still sobbing like a madwoman (this one was disconcerting)
And that's in just two years! My go-to response is to give the crying person an understanding look but not interfere (because that's what I'd want a stranger to do for me), but I've also witnessed a kindly lady go up to a crying stranger and give her a hug! And it seemed much appreciated.
Have you ever been caught crying in public or stumbled upon a weepy stranger? And why are we all so uncomfortable with sadness anyway? Tell me.