Now that you mention it. I do see the pressure valve scenario. I also relate to the drunken cry too. I had both at the same time last year and it sucked! My father passed away last November (we were estranged for 15 years until the last 2 months of his life) there was a lot of mixed emotions. (The last time I saw him was 2 days before he passed and we argued). I went out that same night with friends the day I found out. Only one of the friends I went out with that night knew what happened that day. Something I was adamant about her keeping secret to anyone else.
I remember sitting in the car of an acquaintance. I didn't know this person that well at all but I was drunk and he was talking about him going to church or something. (my dad was a Pentecostal preacher). I just lost it. Broke down and told him everything. I mean...I must have scared the shit out of him. I was a blubbering mess and I held nothing back. I remember hazily thinking that he must think I was crazy. The next day, I felt humiliated. He never mentioned anything about that night (something I was grateful for) and I think I only saw him once or twice after that conversation.
But yeah. reminds me...I think there was another thread about SP's disclosing information. This is a good example. Only one of my close friends knew about my father even passing away and she didn't even know any of the details, really. This almost perfect stranger got to hear my every worry/fear/thought about things and life and all kinds of stuff. Now that I mention it. Maybe I should exercise more disclosure with my friends than strangers. Eh. Maybe not. Ugh...what a tangent...anyway...back to bacon...lol