Crying

As a kid, I had a really good lungs, I could cry so loud that once the neighbours yelled at my mom. She was giving me a bath.
In a strange way, I think that is why I do most of my crying there these days. The time of the month, dropping food, realising I have forgotten to renew the library books, to soak some beans for lunch, run out of steam, missing something, watching someone get what they have missed, articulate it -- all these things drive the tears out. Hot and salty.
Let me make it clear, I do not like it. Crying that is. I detest the act. I think it makes my dry eyes drier.
But, here is what intrigues me... In five minutes I am fine again...
What does this mean? Crying, makes me feel better???
Look, obviously it looks simple to you. I probably got over what was upsetting me and so on, but then here is the silly bit, I would cry again, over the same thing, any time.
This isn't really gripping you. I can tell. In a moment you will choose to click over that tempting red 'x' in the right corner. Right?
Ok, But before you go... I forgot to mention, I need a hug, I just cried.