This Fish Needs A Bicycle

You're not supposed to like whiskey. That's why there's binge drinking.

Big deal! A sad sappy tear is by no means the same as a tear in the name of self-pity. Don't be so hard on yourself. Be glad that in this day and age you still have some softness left.

There is nothing wrong with getting a little emotional about the cat and the baby squirrel, if there is, I need to reconsider my emotional state...sober. It was really cute.

I stick with jasmine tea at night, I can't imagine the whiskey going down as smooth!

I feel you, Fish! I cry over newspaper headlines, soft news stories, old people kissing each other, dogs licking each other in the park. It's embarrassing in public, but I now know to just avoid reading newspapers. And, um, close my eyes everywhere else.

Ahh, you big softy :)

I'm not suppose to drink alone either. Even if I just had one of the best days . . . tears. Always.

But was the wine good?

The wine was so very excellent.

Crying for cuteness is equally as respectable as melancholy crying. You know when it's also okay to cry? When you run out of Ben and Jerry's.

i honest-to-goodness wondered just last night if i was the only one. thanks for sharing.

I think drinking a glass or two of a chilled white wine when you come back home is just a good treat.. I do it often, even on my own and do not think that' a bad habit!
and you feel like crying... well, that's nothing wrong with it either... I cried last night on my own watching a good movie.. in a way makes you feel alive..

if it makes you feel any better I was right there with you, without the wine. I cried from 9:30 am to 5:30 pm, took a break for yoga, cried some more, thought I was done, ate an entire box of mac and cheese, went to do laundry at Kevin's, cried through part 2 of the Bob Dylan documentary, and cried myself to sleep. wtf? glad... you... enjoyed?

I once had a bottle of Syrah so good I cried tears of joy. And it only cost about $30. But I haven't seen it on the shelf since. Now THAT is reason to cry.

At least you need the wine to get you there. I would have started sobbing about the cat and the squirrel stone cold sober. As a matter of fact, just reading your post got me a little misty-eyed.

I know the feeling. I do the same thing whenever I drink. Everything seems to bring tears to my eyes.

Let me know when you want to learn how to like whiskey, I have some ideas. Then there is scotch, single malt...the world really can be your tear filled oyster.

No, stay away from the whiskey. Do try the whisky, however.

you aren't talking about the baby squirrels nursed by a cat back in 1997 are you? that's the only listing for that story that I could find on cnn's website...

being able to feel emotions is not a bad thing. this time, yes you were crying, but (like someone said earlier) you weren't crying out of self-pity but empathy.

since i have multiple personalities, i've never had to drink alone. (i like your site, by the way. interesting AND entertaining!)

Man, I am SO with you. That's why I refuse to drink any alcohol other than on the weekends or a very rare occasion. Because really, there's nothing worse than having been crying, falling asleep, and waking up with the residual puffiness of the eyes and having to show up at work the next day. Okay, so that usually happens only with sobbing, but why risk it? It's happened before and I don't want to do it again. Weekend drinks good. Weeknight sobs BAD.

It's OK to cry now and then....like the day I picked a stray hair off of my shirt, only to find that the other end was (not anymore!) attached to my chest.

I get maudlin and positively disgusting when I drink red wine. Anything else? Just drunk, thanks. It's weird.

I was about to write, 'at least it's socially acceptable for you to cry at a moment's notice,' but what about us manly he-men?, but then I realized that would be to admit I cry at the least thing. Which I totally don't. Not even that scene in Field of Dreams where Ray asks his dad if he wants to have a catch.

Excuse me for a moment. (I swore I wouldn't DO this...)

i am the queen of impromptu sobfests. i weep over extreme makeover, and not just home edition. :)

sometimes it just feels so good to cry...

i keep opening your website, hoping to fall in love when i least expect it, but alas! i am destined to be teased yet another day, my dreamy design ideas just a myth in my mind, like the good man i've yet to find. damnitol! ;)

i know i say this often, but this time it totally is my favorite post here so far.

tonight i will check how well my toenails match my sheets.

Ahh, the joys and profound insights one finds when drinking alone. Great blog by the way.

grrrl, you puttin' tears in my merlot (not really a rhyme, eh?) as i check in once again. i need to be patient. patience is a virtue...(...that i don't have!). ;)

What kind of cat?

Being vulnerable again, are we? You might try one toke of good "dagga" every once in a while. And while you're in the tub, try putting on some upbeat music. Zydeco usually works quite well. Alcohol is such a downer. But then, I'm an inveterate ale drinker. Give me a Cooper's Sparkling Ale and I'm off to the races. Blues goes well with it. Stop after three and you'll be ok. In fact, only two glasses of wine isn't really bad for you. It's good for your health, my dear. So, wipe that tear from your chinny-chinny-chin, pick yourself up, put yourself right and start all over again!

Cheers from the antipodes!

forty four

@Luke: Why not? I like whiskey -)
But then again, drinking home alone has never really made me profoundly sad, and I don't cry all that much to begin with. BUT, you are right that drinking together is so much more fun. And not wanting to drink too much/often is always a good idea :-)

Ofcourse everything after the first sentence wasn't meant for Luke anymore, I'm such a typically blond female sometimes :-D

Those are good, well-spent tears. We all need them, whether wine induced or not. I have taken to drinking a glass of wine at night...to relax. I haven't started crying, but I'm looking forward to the release.

Am I the only one who refuses to see Field of Dreams because Kevin Costner is such a fucknut that he destroys anything he's in?