last week, i was really depressed. and i wanted to cry. but i thought that that may not be the best idea, because - in my prior experience - boys are not the most comforting species. here and there, a boy really stands out in his ability to comfort a crying female, but most of the time, he fumbles, not sure where to place his hands or what to say, and if he remembers that tissues may be appreciated, he can't remember where he last put them.
so you can understand my hesitation to cry in front of my roommates - all three of whom are male.
but i was wrong.
mike is incredibly able to talk about things without passing judgement, at least until i am ready to handle it.
andy is always ready with a hug that will last as long as i need it to and a hilarious youtube video.
and chris moore - well, i hadn't ever really exhibited the sad emotion in front of chris moore and i wasn't sure what he would do. so i was happily surprised/relieved when the tears snuck into my eyeballs and he immediately jumped up to play a feel-better song on his itunes: "Bowl Of Oranges" by Bright Eyes.
and this gesture was uniquely chris moore and very comforting.
so last week i learned that i can let the tears flow whenever they want to, because my roomies are exceptional members of the opposite sex.
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