Crying in Public Places

1. A little over a month ago my mother convinced me to go with her to take Annoying Stanley to the dog park. Against my true desire to go, I went anyways with the hopes that a free Starbucks would be in my near future (which it was). So here we are, hanging out at the dog park, where apparently Stan has "friends," when this blind dog comes walking up to me. I swear to God the tears immediately began to build. Holding them back, I looked at my mom and said "That's it. If a three-legged dog walks in here, I'm done. There will be water works."
Less than 10 minutes go by when none other than a freaking three-legged dog comes strutting in.
"NO" is what I told myself. "No, I will not cry." Holding back these tears, the owner starts talking to another person saying stuff like, "Yeah, we had to have it amputated about three months ago. She has been doing so well, I'm surprised she still moves as quickly. We are just hoping that we don't have to get rid of the other leg too."
I was done. The tears began to fell and I made my mom take me home. Never again will I go to a dog park. For all I know, the next time I am at that place, a dog that is both missing a limb and bling will waltz in and I just can't handle that shit.
Technically, it was the dogs that made me cry, but I blame her because she made me go.

2. I heard about Batkid while reading up on the news at the mall. On the bright side, when people see you crying you get two things: (1) Walking around, people steer clear of you and (2) people offer special discounts and promotions that you would only get if you had their credit card. Am I proud that I took advantage of my cry fest with special promotions? Yes. Yes I am. Was I still embarrassed? Yes. Yes I was.

3. I should probably stop reading about sad/emotional stories that are on Facebook while I am in public. Far too many times have people asked me if I am ok, when all I did was read about the couple who have been married the longest and put in the Guinness Book of World Records. That couple was the bees knees.  If that doesn't make you cry, you have no soul and probably like Kanye West.

4. This one time I had the flu and couldn't eat for a few days. I got my sister sick, so we remained miserable at her house. When I began to feel a tad bit better, I drove to Jamba Juice in an attempt to get something in my system that didn't require chewing.  You all know I am from Vallejo, so of course I was still in my pajamas. My hair was disheveled and my face paler than usual. It also didn't help that I was wearing no makeup. Anyways, so I get in line and when it is my turn to order, I get the smallest drinks. I pay and wait until my smoothies are ready. My name is called but when I approach the man with the beverages, he hands me two of their largest smoothies!!! And then do you know what he told me!? He said, "You look like you needed an upgrade. Take it easy." He sure did hit me where it hurts. I cried. I bawled. Snot shot out of my nose because I was sick, but it sure didn't help the situation or the looks I was receiving.

I don't like to think of myself as a public crier. I prefer holding it all inside until I'm alone so no one can see me all weak and shit. Unfortunately, there are those extra special moments where my heart is all like, "Just let it all out. You could use a good cry." And my brain isn't paying attention, so of course this means that my heart gets what it wants.

Dear Heart,
You Suck. Stop making me look like an idiot in public. And Brain, as for you, get your shit together. It's your job to stop this kind of stuff from happening.
Sincerely,
Madison