How To Cry

A guide for robots

Amanda O’Bryan
5 min readAug 13, 2021
A young girl wearing a pink backpack holds hands with a small humanoid robot wearing a pink lei
Photo by Andy Kelly on Unsplash

My childhood was spent in a small southern town, being both queer and atheist. These things did not work in my favor. In fact, I learned early on that to be different was to be wrong, and that rejection from my peers was the inevitable result.

I struggled to fit in, but I also struggled with the idea of fitting in. Try as I might, I just couldn’t bring myself to lie about who I was and what I thought. I questioned things that everyone took for granted. It made people uncomfortable. I wasn’t met with kindness, and in a small community, to be an outsider is social death. I was pushed out.

People react to rejection differently, some with fiercer attempts to be liked, and others with a big middle finger to the world. That was my decision. I left that town at 17, vowing never to wear the school colors or return again. I wanted nothing to do with the south, with Christianity, with sweetness, or country music. To me, these things meant nothing but bigotry and close-mindedness.

I armored up, went up north to art school, became goth and aloof. I wore black, smoked, and read existentialism. I eschewed most things associated with femininity and thus I never EVER cried.

It wasn’t really a conscious decision, not to cry. I had a mother that routinely said when I was a child to “stop crying or I’ll give…