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For the ones who cry too much, even if that’s only me

Let me tell you a story.

Credit: It’s a short story within “The Nobodies Album.” That book itself is a novel, with a small collection of short stories throughout that build on the theme of the actual novel. And I’m going to completely go all spoiler on one of the short stories, but there is no spoiler for the novel as a whole. This short story alone is really a great look at humanity, and worth the entire cost of the book I promise.

It’s called “The Human Slice”, about a world where everyone forgets all the unhappy memories. No one knows why. But the rare few who remember, those people are called The Heavies, because they’re such downers! Why would anyone want to bring up the unhappy past?

One family had a trauma just before the memories were taken – a toddler dying. But the family forgets, and only the grandma remembers, the only Heavy. The grandma reminds them of their past, and they all have various feelings of hearing it – some wanting to live in blissful ignorance, some wanting to know like really know their own past as their own. As this short story progresses, we find out a lone granddaughter remembers too, and is simply pretending to be like everybody else. Happy. Blissful. Forgetful.

When they visit the scene of the accident, the grandma finds the girl in tears. It’s almost like a reuniting for them. They are once again together to suffer their grief, no longer in it alone. It’s hopeful. They can finally chat about the memories together, work through it together. And then, the ending. The granddaughter wakes up to breakfast and asks grandma – “Will you take me to put flowers on Jonah’s grave?” and grandma says, “Who’s Jonah?”

Boom! What an ending! She forgot, ya’ll! I rarely have the urge to throw a book across the room, but I was so close with that. SO GOOD! and so terrifying. The granddaughter finally admits her secret and has a companion to grieve with, and the memories are taken from yet another! Which leads us to think “poor granddaughter” of course, but also what is going on in the world and will it not stop until no sad memory is left?


So why am I telling you this tragically beautiful story? Because sometimes I forget that pain isn’t the end. That sorrow being taken away isn’t the answer.

The story brings up so many quandaries, of people no longer knowing what dangers they have encountered. Kids punch other kids and say “It’s okay, they won’t remember it later.” Students don’t remember the sad parts of history to take the test, but obviously repercussions go further than that. An abused wife would never remember to hide from her husband and call 911. A teenager would consider getting back together with the boyfriend who cheated on her.

Sometimes sorrow is a protector.

But also, sometimes sorrow is proof you’re living, proof you’re human.

The mother in the above story kept asking to be retold the story of her toddler, because she couldn’t remember her own son. Every morning she’d awake having forgotten again. She’d forgotten something so much a part of her. She couldn’t move on, because she didn’t have a memory to return to.


I’m an introspective, intuitive, analytical, and emotional person. I cry too easily, I hurt too easily. And sometimes I just want a break.

I once apologized to my boyfriend – “Sorry. Most people wouldn’t cry over something so little.” I don’t remember what it was I was crying about then, but I’m sure it was true. I’ve cried over him having only refrigerated butter instead of room temperature, so case in point.

You know what he said? “Maybe other people should. Maybe you’re supposed to feel this much and you’ve got it right.”

I don’t necessarily agree with him – I remember quite distinctly thinking “No, absolutely no one should cry because [insert ridiculous reason here.]” But he was thoughtful, and he did have a point.

That it’s okay to feel, even alot. And I shouldn’t wish it away for the world, because it’s a part of living.

10 thoughts on “For the ones who cry too much, even if that’s only me”

  1. I think that crying is a very brave thing to do. Not a lot of people an show their emotion like that and it can leave you very vulnerable. But showing your emotion can show that you’re not afraid to be vulnerable, and you’re not ashamed to show your true emotions. (Double thumbs up to your tears!!) (:

  2. Wow, that’s a sad ending to a story that was just going so well. 🙁

    I’m an easy crier too! I’m one of those who cry at really touching scenes in a book, game or movie, positive or negative, or when I’m just really stressed. While I agree most people don’t cry as easily as I do, most people aren’t highly sensitive (highly sensitive people make up around 20% of the population), and at the same time I agree with your boyfriend that maybe we’re feeling what we’re supposed to be feeling! (He sounds like a great guy, by the way. 😀) I’m definitely a highly sensitive person, and maybe you are too. 🙂

      1. You’re definitely not alone! I was also ready to beat myself up when the waterworks started while I was having a serious 1-to-1 talk with my previous boss… luckily she was understanding. Now I know tears does not reflect what I feel inside (I could have a perfectly normal conversation while crying, though it was confusing for my husband 😛).

        This reminds me of one of my favourite quotes from an advice column which went like (paraphrased): “Whatever you’re feeling is valid. It’s part of being human.” 😀

        1. Hence your blog title “…Highly Sensitive Introvert”, like let’s be honest that drew me to your blog immediately because it’s so relatable lol 🙂

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