If tears are coming, just let them fall. I have a lot of trouble crying, I sometimes wish I could cry more, if just to experience that feeling that arises after finishing a hearty sob... Unfortunately my reactions to anguish vary quite a bit, from paroxysms of four-letter words, shortness of breath and increased heart rate, or a guttural scoff. The latter is the most popular, whilst the first two are reserved for more upsetting situations, like physical injury.

If I spilled milk, I'd probably stand there, arms limp, roll my eyes at myself and groan before uttering a string of outdated curses once I start cleaning it up.

Jiminy Christmas!