Mother Night by Kurt Vonnegut

Pretty odd was had some pretty good songs too. I haven’t listened to it in ages, but it had some amazing imagery. Then half the band left and… well, you know

Not crying tends to make you angry. Crying tends to help you accept things and move on.

I don’t follow the thought process of getting used to sympathy. Like it seems like a fairly obvious premise that when we are in trouble we offer each other comfort. Are you suggested that someone would become so addicted to connecting with others they’d make themselves cry when they don’t need to? That seems possible, but the issue there isn’t really crying, but the fact that they aren’t getting a satisfying emotional connection with others in other ways.