This is specifically for pilgrims walking any of the Camino de Santiago routes: when you are moved to tears out of sadness, anger, frustration and/or joy, ect., but want to keep a good pace, so you cry while you’re walking. Crywalking.
I was deeply frustrated by the pain coming from the blisters on my feet (and in my heart🥺) but I was afraid that if I stopped I wouldn’t go on, so I ended up crywalking all the way to my albergue.
I don't buy the schmegegge about Morty sleeping with Moira.
His version of the story was pure schmegegge.
The whole schmegegge was made up to get Liz a little bit of attention.