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Margaret Armstrong is an Australian geostatistician, mathematical geoscientist, and textbook author. She works as an associate professor in the School of Applied Mathematics at the Fundação Getúlio Va
A good cry was all I needed, and it served me well. It brought back that blissful feeling of childhood confidence–that somehow, through the unproductive act of crying, you are, in fact, achieving something. That something, of course, not being easily obtainable through any other productive measure, like hard work, for instance. Life was hard. Fuck, it was so hard. But crying, somehow temporarily, made it feel not so miserable. It was relieving, comparable to the denouement of an orgasm, before reality floods back in, where your mind is at total peace, if only for a moment.
A good cry was all I needed, and it served me well. It brought back that blissful feeling of childhood confidence–that somehow, through the unproductive act of crying, you are, in fact, achieving something. That something, of course, not being easily obtainable through any other productive measure, like hard work, for instance. Life was hard. Fuck, it was so hard. But crying, somehow temporarily, made it feel not so miserable. It was relieving, comparable to the denouement of an orgasm, before reality floods back in, where your mind is at total peace, if only for a moment.
