Last week was a pretty rough time for me. I won’t pour all of my miseries out on this article, but for the first few days of that week, I cried roughly seven times a day. I cried to friends, I cried to myself, I cried to acquaintances that I’m sure had no desire at all to witness what they did.
On the bright side, however, I had the pleasure of experiencing some good (and yeah, some bad) cry seshes in a extraordinarily diverse range of places on campus. After all, tears, being the wildly inconsiderate creatures they are, come whenever and wherever they feel like it.
I present to you a small sampling of the holy grounds on which I have shed my tears:
A Desk in the Rock’s main room: As far as wallowing in your misery goes, the Rock is not a bad place to go. Most people are too busy staring at their work to notice the lone tear trickling down your cheek. If they do, they will assume that it’s the result of the essay you just started that was due an hour ago. You may receive a look of concern from the stranger sitting at the desk across from yours, but that is about the extent of conversation you will be forced into. This is the place to cry if you want the silent comfort of being around others without having to deal with the hassle of awkward questions about how you’re feeling.
The Underground: This is a place where you do you and no one will bother you. You’ll look around and see people doing work, friends chatting, someone taking a little nap on the couch. As you wipe those tears from your face, the Underground will remind you that life goes on. However, not recommended for a solo cry. Bring a friend for this one. You want a shoulder to cry on while you listen to the ambient noise of soothing indie music combined with faint background murmurs.
Stairwell of Harkness House: A deceivingly un-enjoyable experience. Each stranger who passes you on the stairs will briefly look at you as they pass, slowing their pace and acknowledging your presence but never making eye contact. The classic attempt at balancing their feelings of pity and discomfort. It’s cold, it’s cramped, and definitively not fun. Just sob away into your phone and own it.
A Blue Room booth: I saved the best for last. This was a luxurious crying experience that I would recommend to all. Not only will you have friends bringing you sugary treat after sugary treat, but also you can lie down and take up an entire side of the booth without any of them being able to say anything about it. If you get too overwhelmed, you can sit under the table and feel safely protected by your friends’ legs. The only downside is that the brown napkins make for poor tissues.
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