About a week ago, I was looking at newspapers from 9/11. Ever few months I take a peek at them to see if I can deal with it yet.
Nope, not yet.
Probably when I was in high school, so about…7 years ago I would say. (male)
Yesterday, after watching Ashley Force beat her dad, John Force, in an historic first-round Funny Car race in Atlanta.
They made NHRA history by being the first father and daughter that raced each other in a Nationals event, I believe…and Ashley was the first woman to ever beat her father in a race.
John Force didn’t win, and he was eliminated, but he was very, very happy for his daughter. It was a very touching moment, actually.
‘The torch has been passed’ 
Male.
Out of emotional pain: Early April. Before that, I came close (over the same thing, more or less) a couple weeks before (this girl tore me up, I’m beginning to think it was semi-on-purpose, but that’s not a story for this thread)…
And before that, easily a year.
Out of Physical pain: September, when I blew up all the tendons in my left elbow.
One day around this time six years ago. I lay in bed with my wife, talking about the crappy people at my crappy job at Sears, and how it was sucking my will to live. I have never dreaded going in to work anywhere in my life except for there. A few weeks later, I was working at my current job, and everything has only got better since.
today I missed my bus, which caused me to miss a BIG presentation in my first class, which may have dropped my grade like WAAAY down. Then I was supposed to meet someone during my study hall to work on another big project, and the jerk never showed. I had a paper due in the next class and my printer is (I SWEAR TO GOD) broken, so I was going to print it out in the library, but I got to the library and discovered that, somehow, I was missing my student ID. Which, first of all, meant I couldn’t print my paper (and no teacher EVER believes "my printer was broken and I lost my student ID but i so totally)… and, on top of that, I had literally not slept at all in order to get all that homework done. So I got to that next class (the one in which I had fucked up my paper) and had to give a presentation. and she made me go FIRST. Like, literally, as soon as I walked in the room, all flustered and upset already, she was all, “you ready? get up there!” and… I should have been more prepared, i know, but I got up there and got the worst case of stage fright I’ve ever had in my life. I’m an actress and a ballerina. I don’t get stage fright. But I stood up there shaking and trying to give my presentation (from memory) and it was just horrible. And that was a big grade too. Plus I really wasn’t feeling well and I was having a really fat day and had a terrible time with lunch and then on the bus I tried to sit down next to some guy and he jumped out of his seat and told me I couldn’t sit next to him and, when I walked on by and sat somewhere else, he kept looking at me and mutering, “that’s right, ugly white bitch. don’t fuckin’ sit next to me. nasty-ass white bitch”
… and for the rest of the ride, I was (not very successfully) trying not to cry. Yeah. bad day.
The last time I remember crying was a few nights before I broke up with my boyfriend at the time - I was the drunkest I’ve ever been in my life, and the break-up was impending, so I guess I decided I’d do my crying ahead of time. Or something. That was 5 years ago, I think.
I went through a time quite recently when I really wanted to cry but couldn’t. I would tear up at random moments but never quite broke down. Maybe my tear ducts are rusty from want of use.
This morning - this semester has been very tough. My classes are hard, I’m having problems focusing, and I’m on the rag. All my lectures today sounded the same: blah, blah, blahblah blah.
One more week and school is done until fall - and I cannot wait.
I have weird crying reactions, I tend to cry from tiredness and stress, so last night for a few minutes, but it doesn’t really mean anything, I’m not actually sad.
From emotion, this Christmas, when I overslept and nobody woke me up and my family opened presents without me. (That’s a long story, everybody is sorry, it’s over now.)
I’m female.
Cheers,
G
Two days ago. It’s been a bit of a bad time emotionally for me lately.
The last time I cried for a reason was in 2002 when my brother died, just six months after my mom.
The last time I teared up was Friday, watching Raines. Raines made me cry every Friday.
Female. A few hours ago.
I’m a natural weeper with seven months of pretty bad crap in my immediate past. Faucets got nothin’ on me.
Can’t remember. My Dad died last year and I’ve never shed a tear. I still think of the old bugger though. (Complete with recurring dreams.)
Actually I think it was 1992 when my girlfriend du jour dumped me.
Female. Last Saturday.
But I’d like to add that I was crying from happiness (first in this thread?), and that it may have been one of the first times I’ve ever done so. However… none of you get to know why. That’s for me and whoever else may have been involved.
Last year, when my dad died.
Female.
15 years or so ago, since I was 4 or 5. Brave Little Toaster tore me up, now… not so much.
This morning. Woke up really missing someone and had a tear trickle down my cheek at the bus stop.
Before that: 2 weeks ago when I received a suicide email from a friend and couldn’t get hold of them. (yes, they had attempted and were in hospital at the same time i was trying desperately to get hold of them.)
(female)
Real crying? Or just a bit of tearing up? I haven’t had a good cry for a couple of years. And it was over a break up. I’m 48 and a woman.
A few teardrops? hmmmm, probably a month ago.
Female.
A couple of days ago I teared up when talking to my fiance about the scene at the end of Mulan - anyone who’s seen it knows the one I mean:
The greatest gift and honour is having you for a daughter … sniffle sniffle BAWL
My fiance patted me but was all like “OMG. You cry at that *every time *.”
Male. A few months ago, I was having real shit day in Baghdad. I was kind of killing time after work online and I thought I’d google a friend of mine I hadn’t seen in years. He had been in the national guard, so I thought that if I found him we could email about life in Iraq and whether he ever made it there and just kind of catch up.
The first google hit for him was his obit., killed in Iraq by a car bomb in 2005. RIP.