Me and my best friend have been dealing with depression for a long time, I had no problem with crying in front of him when either of us was close to suicide.
When animals get hurt or die, I tend to cry also.
As a child, I cried over all kinds of movies, but not any more. Just fiction to me now, with a couple of exceptions.
What really gets to me is the death of a close one, which is pretty common I guess. I still cry because of the suicide of my aformentioned best friend who eventually did himself in alone, after begging me to go with him. I have never missed anyone as much, nor felt such a traitor.
The unfair treatment of innocent people really gets to me too, especially the black race and the Palestinians. Say what you will about Israel, but I can’t look and Israeli in the face without wanting to hit them or cry. I am forced to avoid all social functions which include them.
Anyway, those are my two cents, pence, jiao, whatever.
G. Raven Johnson
“Raven is my middle name”