I used to rarely cry - like guys are supposed to - but the big emotional moments would still get me. I cried at my wedding (It was a Quaker wedding where people stand up and talk about you) - I was actually OK until my Dad stood up to say that he was glad I was his friend and his son sniff
And I cried when my cat died on our wedding day. I’d had here since 9th grade.
And I cried when my son was born. Big cry there.
And after that I can get teary about things but not actually cry. I stayed home with my son for a year and I think that reset some internal thing, because I found myself tearing up at the end of “Beaches”.
But yes, men aren’t supposed to cry. Even when we want to.
Now my wife, she crys easily, and its part of her processing of things. But that’s hard for me to handle. I always want to fix or stop whatever is making her cry, even though she needs to cry. I don’t understand it, but I’m a guy.
Holy sh*t!!! I am shocked by the number of posts here and how common it seems for women to cry at work. Here I thought it was the just the women I work with. I’ve always chalked it up to the fact that we have many younger employees (for a lot this is their first real job). Now it turns out it may just be some normal female reaction to stress/anxiety/etc.?!?
Now, I’m going to have re-think my whole opinion on this.
<<walks away, head down, muttering to himself about never being able to understand women>>>
See, the problem with me is that I can only succeed in not crying by being mean. No, that’s not why I was let go from that job I posted about, but it does happen. I’ve said truly awful things, to the point where crying would have hurt my reputation a lot less.
Opal, I hear you about the telemarketing. I did that for a week, and…I got mean. Instead of crying. So I was fired.
There was one time on a movie set when I should by rights have cried. My immediate boss said something horrible, even worse than what I am capable of saying. Loud. In front of the entire crew. And much of the cast. But he was so out of control, and I was, in fact, not wrong (he jumped to a wrong conclusion), it just bounced off me. I walked outside to have a smoke, and other crew members told me later they couldn’t believe I took that. Of course, he found out I hadn’t done what he thought I’d done. He didn’t apologize, but he also didn’t pick on me again.
