If I wanted to cause harm, I would not avoid the people that anger me, would I?
I get angry sometimes and say/write things rashly, I understand your feelings. I’m misunderstood on a daily basis. I apologise deeply if anyone took this as anti-semitism, I really do. There is nothing worse than blind hatred, the very thing that fuels the hatred between Israel and Palestine.
It’s just that I have witnessed the suffering of Palestinians first hand and it left a lasting scar on my soul to see how little the Israelis realized what they were doing. It really DID make me cry, and that was the OP. In my oppinion they are repeating the holocaust, possibly the worst legacy the human race has left. And it happened to them, yet they seem unable to avoid it. I feel sorry for them in a way.
I guess it’s like when abused children grow up to abuse their own kids.
I too am of the sentimental sort and a romantic fool as well. So, I cry at movies. Not necessarily if it’s just sad, but if I really connect with the emotions the actors seem to be feeling, it gets to me. I don’t really care if anyone sees me cry, though.
I also get really down or depressed sometimes (much too often) and sometimes when I do I get weepy (much too often as well).
And Bosda…wow, I know exactly what you mean, dude.
My husband seems to have been raised in a very men-don’t-cry atmosphere. The only time I’ve ever seen him really cry was when we buried our dog, Nell, after she was killed by a car. He broke down and wept in my arms.
I don’t think he knows I noticed, but he also got pretty teary watching “Born on the Fourth of July.”
I cry at everything. I’m crying now. I’ll be better in a bit.
My SO doesn’t cry. He goes white and cold but he doesn’t cry. It weirded me out for a while, I’d know he was hurt/scared/upset and he wouldn’t do anything. It still makes me worry. I’m an expressive beast, and he’ll just hide it until he dies.
I read once that men tend to cry in a different way than women, that women are more likely to produce big tears that roll down their face while men usually just have wet eyes. I don’t know if this is really true or not, or if it would be because of physical or social differences even if it is true. But it makes me wonder if maybe men cry just as much as women, only with men it is less obvious that they are crying.
My husband has cried four times since I methim 2 1/2 years ago.
The first was when he was telling me about his grandmother dying when he was a child. She had stomach cancer and died at home. He watched her starve to death. the second was when his dad got really sick from emphasema and was in the hospital (He is doing fine now, the crusty old coot:)). The third was when I suggested that we should see other people. ( We never did take up on that suggestion) And the fouth was recently when our first pet died, our little lovebird Noel.
He doesn’t cry much, but when it is nessesary he doesn’t hide it.
Or more accurately…the fatigue that invariably comes whenever I get enraged. When I realize that I was behaving like the father I resent.
Other than that…not often. I show my grief in different ways. Usually by weirding out and wanting to be alone for awhile. Which is ironic since being alone usually makes me depressed.
Which is also ironic in turn because my social skills are poor, I have very few friends, and am still living with the aforementioned parents. (Despite my efforts for change.)
I am very loyal to my friends. If one of them is hurt and begins to cry–and I’m trying my best to comfort them, I sometimes cry, too.
I’ve always considered myself a non-cryer, for the most part. Movies don’t do it. Books don’t do it. Not even death of pets (but I’ve never had a cat or dog)…
But Dale Earnhardt’s death on Sunday did it for me in a big way.
My family and I have watched just about every Winston Cup race for the last 15 years or so. So we took it pretty hard. The mood in our house that night was… indescribable.
I basically stayed up all night reading Earnhardt stuff on the Internet. Posts on rec.autos.sport.nascar, various message boards, chat on IRC. Dale stories, Dale mourning, Dale anecdotes. And I was crying the whole time.
Don’t feel any less manly, really. I just feel sad
I’ve always been way too emotional, so I usually try to impose as much stoicism on myself as I can, but there are still a few things that will break me down:
every time I’ve been to the Viet Nam memorial wall in DC, I can’t get beyond the first couple of sections without weeping. Just seeing all those names, and I start to think of all the families that were impacted by what happened, and I start to lose it.
My younger brother is my roommate, and my best friend. There is no one in the world that I can relate to better than him. when he had to have an emergency appendectomy a couple of years ago, I realized that I probably wouldn’t be able to cope if anything ever happened to him. I start to cry everythime I am reminded of this.
Footage of the Holocaust. 'nuf said.
I cried the day after my last girlfriend left me. It hadn’t lasted all that long, but it had held a lot of promise and potential to be something Real and Good, and suddenly it was gone. I found out later that she was psycho, and a liar, so that was really just wasted saliene.
Too many songs in church to list. The emotion and raw power of so many people raising their voice in a unified effort to express love and praise to a being who is so far beyond us we can only have the faintest understanding of his True Nature, yet assures us that he loves and wants the best for us all makes my heart want to explode sometimes. Given that I don’t belong to a “charismatic” type of church, it gets kind of hard to hold in sometimes…
Pancakes. I don’t know why.
(Actually I just made the last part up. I thought I should add one more item, but couldn’t think of anything…)
Without fail: soulfull acapella singing. The human voice just stirs something deep within me.
More generally, I cry when I’m experiencing art that I think is overwhelmingly beautiful. Many live performances I witness (jazz, Kodo, Ulali, etc.) begin with my euphoric tears.
Most movies besides Joy Luck Club need to have one thing to make me cry: the sight of MEN crying. I don’t know why, really.
** Morrison’s Lament,** I’m with you on this one. Just thinking about all the human suffering in the world can get to me.
Although I can be alarmingly coldhearted, love and loss occasionally melt the ice:
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[li]When Grandma died, trying to imagine how Grandpa was going to go on.[/li]
[li]When I hear Jerry Garcia sing Brokedown Palace.[/li]
[li]When Maria says “Te adoro, Anton.” in West Side Story. A perfect, honest moment of “love at first sight” shared and acknowledged by the doomed lovers. They seem so happy, so why am I whimpering?[/li]
[li]When I read Speaker For The Dead, I wept so much that I couldn’t see the page anymore.[/li]
[li]When nursing a hangover, the “Time To Make The Donuts” guy could get me misty; Sinatra, Elvis, Nina Simone, Patsy Cline, Joan Armatrading, Dylan, or Radiohead are more suitable, though.[/li]
[li]When Jerri gets voted out on Survivor II tonight, I predict tears of joy.[/li][/ul]
I had to take our cat for de-sexing to the free service that also operates the lost dogs home. Walking with the vet to the surgery took you past the cages where the dogs up for adoption are kept. They have three days or so before they will be put down, because so many other dogs are being brought in.
As you walk past, the dogs run joyfully up to the wire netting to greet you, barking and frisking. Although some just huddle near the net and watch you. And YOU CANT DO ANYTHING FOR THEM!
Damn, I can hardly see the keyboard. They’re all so happy to see you, and there’s not really much hope…
