Where to cry at Brown

Because your tears probably aren't this beautiful.

Because your tears probably aren’t this beautiful.

There are those days when you get out of bed with 5 minutes to spare for your first class and make a mad scramble to get there, only to realize you forgot to bring your homework. Those days when you get back a midterm on which you thought you did well and you would have too… if the numbers had been reversed. Those days, when you feel as if you’re drowning in a bottom-less ocean full of work and all your friends are out having fun without you (they probably are, even now). In case you are extremely thick-skulled and have not yet gotten the picture, there are those day when you need to burst out crying.

Recently, someone started a Tumblr that reviews places to cry in New York City. We understand how crying can be difficult in a city with over 8 million people in it, but it’s hard to have emotional meltdowns here at Brown too. A lot of times you’re in a double, and you don’t want to start a fuss with your roommate, but you’re really in the mood to weep. Or, on the contrary, you live in a single and are dying for the attention of crying in front of people. Tears are catharsis and a means of getting bodily toxins out. For those of you who need a good cry and don’t know where to go, here is a selection of places for, you know, one of those days:

The Scili basement at 4 a.m. If you’re still working on your paper at this hour, the struggle has found you. Make sure to move to the 15 decibel area so that you don’t disturb anyone with your muffled sobs. The upper levels of the Scili work too. More privacy, but also more gravity to make your tears come out faster. That’s how science works, right?

One of the tiny rooms in the lower floors of Faunce. If you have a roommate and really want to be alone, lock yourself in one of these closet spaces and let it all out.

CareerLAB. Because you do not have your shit together, and we are never, ever, ever getting jobs.

The Philosophy Department (Corliss House). When your existential crisis really hits, not even Plato or Socrates can save you… But just in case they can, might as well hang out in good company.

STOP JUDGING ME

STOP JUDGING ME

Screaming very quietly in the Leung Gallery. One of the most inhumane places to have a meltdown, this is a surefire way to terrify your study neighbors. It may even have some effect on the battle between silence or no silence! If the faces in the Leung family portrait start mocking you, you have been there for too long and it’s time to get some fresh air. Continue Reading