Trigger Happy Tears

My tears would be pink.

Why?

Because I believe that's a fitting colour that works with the word random.

As well as a colour I hate. Pink is bright and out there, acting as an unnatural attention-seeker. My tears are on equal standing in terms of eye-drawing unpleasantness.

I have pink tears that don't know what they're doing. I belive when my body was being constructed, something went wrong and my tear glands got screwed over in the process.

So I cry when I'm too happy,

When I'm too sad

When I'm too angry

or too scared

When it's too windy

or I'm too embarrassed

too shocked

or too stressed.

The worst one among these ongoing, never-ending, soul-sucking, garbage-eating, pointless, useless, dumb, unnecessary emotions, are angry tears. Imagine being furious and pink liquid is spewing out of you. No one will take you seriously. Your personified cause-of-anger will more likely think 'Aw, boo hoo, I made you sad' rather than 'Oh Fluff, I pissed her off!' Then, next thing you know, you're there sitting in the back cry-corner of your workplace hell with these homicidal thoughts and bedazzled pink fluids cascading - ever so delicately - down your cheek.

Not. That. This. Happened. *slamming keyboard*

Point is: my tears are FLUFFING annoying! And once I start I can't stop. It takes about 5 - 10 wasted minutes of my life, trying to reconfigure my tear glands to obey my every command.