I'm so tickled that someone wrote a piece in the New York Times about crying in public in NYC: Look at Me: I'm Crying, by Melissa Febos. (By the way, this is from a fun series called Townies.)

I cried many times in public - on the street, on the subway... once was shortly after I moved there and a large man bullied my space on the train and called me a mean name (what a wimp I was!); years later, it was at 3am, going home after the final break-up of an 8 year relationship. Oh, and of course every day for a while after September 11th.

I remember each time I would just hope and hope the next train would be one with the orange seats, and that there would be an empty one next to the window so I could hide my face in the corner.

I don't recall anyone ever stopping to ask if I was ok, and if they had I would have felt angry, embarrassed, betrayed... So, assuming others felt the same way, no matter how much I wanted to comfort a fellow train crier, I never did.

Anyone else have sob stories from the city?

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Comment by Samantha Raddatz on June 18, 2011 at 9:56am
The only time I've cried in pubic so far was while walking down the street in midtown. It was also pouring, which added both angst and relief. I was totally ok with weeping openly in the middle of crowds of people on 34th. One woman gave me a concerned look when I emitted an especially loud sob, but other than that no one seemed to even notice.
Comment by Susan Kirby-Smith on October 7, 2011 at 9:21am
That's so funny. I knew what it was talking about, instantly, from the title. When you live any other place, and you're upset, you can jump in your car and cry there, and might even make it home before the tears start spilling. In NYC (and Chicago, for that matter) you can end up being 1 hour or more away from where you live when something shocking or unhappy occurs, and there's nothing you can do but cry in public. A genius subject for a brief, entertaining article.
Comment by Carol H. on December 15, 2011 at 1:21pm

Once I puked in public, in the middle of a day after a stressful meeting. I was already crying, so I amped up the drama by adding vomit. I was so stressed about work that I puked in broad daylight, right into a trash can on the corner of Fifth Avenue and 18th Street. And, being such a fucked up New Yorker, I stayed at that job for at least another year before finding something less insane.

Comment by Mari Brown on December 15, 2011 at 5:41pm

and they said, "oh, yeah, everybody pukes in this job."

Comment by Mari Brown on December 15, 2011 at 5:42pm

i just remembered my crying in public episode--in a thai restaurant in brooklyn after breaking up with my boyfriend. my main memory is that my nose was running so hard and i didn't have any kleenex and i used THREE of their (will never forget this) wine-colored cloth napkins to absorb my snot. i left them a big tip. i'm sure they never wanted to see me again. :-)

Comment by Anna on December 15, 2011 at 7:54pm

Wow, gross! Puke, snot... how did this suddenly take such a disgusting turn?!


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