How many times does one need to watch the movie Babam ve Oglum, before they can forcibly hold back the tears? I'm not sure, but it's at least nine (and counting). It doesn't help when others who are present sob and heave uncontrollably. Crying is contagious, like yawning. But afterwards, the mind feels clear doesn't it?
Why do I love rock music where the vocalist is passionately screaming?
Why do people watch sad movies, or go for long drives while listening to nostalgic songs?
Why do we push our bodies to the limit, be it running, biking, climbing, or swimming?
Why has it become so popular to have a blog?
The answer I think, is in the title of this entry. Literal translation is: "to spill one's poison", which really means "to unburden" or "to let go of something and find relief" or "to spill your guts"...
It's all about having a relief valve, so that we don't explode.
We should all allow ourselves to cry more often, it seems.
"Spilling our poison" sounds like it's good for our health.