“If you have to cry, do it in the shower where no one can hear you and no one can see you.” That’s the advice that my mother gave me when I was a little boy.
You should know, before passing judgement, that her own mother died when she was only three years old, and her father, a railroad engineer, was seldom home. She was forced to grow up faster than a child should; life was tough, she had to be tougher.
So, as awful as that advice was, you can see where it came from.
Of course, as a child we all take things at face value. I learned to suppress emotions, and for the most part I still do it well. I seldom cry when things are sad.
But I’ve always been prone to tears when things are beautiful.
Two things that always get to me are Lucian Pavarotti’s version of Nessun Dorma, and the song below: