I already used “Fool on the Hill”… On this April Fools Day 2025, to play on the word “fool”, we head to another song, this time by the Rolling Stones. Maybe you know the song… “ooh, daddy you’re a fool to cry, you’re a fool to cry, and it makes me wonder why…”
Crying isn’t supposed to be a manly thing, or so they say; who says “they” are right anyways? I was always taught it’s OK to cry; there’s nothing wrong with that… and that’s good, because I have no problem shedding some tears if/when I need to. It started way back when… I feel like I just wrote about this, or maybe I talked about this with somebody… I don’t know; just go with it. My parents tried to send me to preschool when I was 4 years old; I cried and cried the first day. They didn’t make me go back; I’m sure he’ll be better next time around is what they probably thought. Well… day 1 of kindergarten came, and so did the tears, the thing is, I HAD to go back; there was no option to skip kindergarten; I made it through. Day 1 of 1st grade, same story; day 1 of 2nd grade, ditto; day 1 of 3rd grade, yep… Not until 4th grade did I stop crying on the first day of school; I made it through… eventually. That doesn’t mean I was done crying in school though. The last time I cried in school came in 5th grade, when I couldn’t do an art project… haha. I was in the bathroom by myself, crying, when my friends barged in; I told them I had something in my eye… they knew better… haha. That wraps up the crying in grammar school, from what I can recall…
And now, fast forward all these years later, yes, I still cry; I have probably cried more this past year than the past decade… Losing your mom does that to you I guess; it did it to me at least. Everybody has their own way of dealing… There are happy reasons to cry too, not just sad or angry. Take the Cubs winning the 2016 World Series; I may have shed some tears that day. On the flip side, I think a tear may have trickled down my cheek when Derrick Rose tore his ACL back in 2012 in the playoffs against Philly… Watching my teams get me riled up, heck, even emotional moments across all sports get me going sometimes. I don’t think it’s a stretch to say “I’m an emotional guy”…
Nowadays though, other than the cemetery, church is tough; it’s where I feel closest to my mother, which is a good thing, but then the tears… trying to hold it together sitting in the pew… people thinking why the hell is this guy wiping his face every week… haha. Oh well… what am I going to do? Turn it off? I wish it was that easy, but it’s not, and that’s OK. Am I a fool to cry? Maybe I am; call me a fool… I’ve been called worse.
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