The last time I had to really work to keep myself from sobbing was about a year ago when my wife fell, tore her rotator cuff, and started wailing and sobbing from the pain. Man, nothing can make me cry more than hearing my wife cry.
She could play me like a violin if she wanted to.
Male, 50.
Last Night.
A young man at our campus shot himself late Sunday/early Monday. I was kind of in shock about it until last night. He lived in a fraternity house and was a member for the last few years (not the fraternity I’m in, but a different one). I knew him since I started school here, he always wanted me and a few guys to rush and was a great guy. I went down to see the brothers who lived there - they are all moving out but were kind of just all there yesterday evening. I was okay until I started to drive off and I teared up. I think I cried for a whole 5 minutes, but it counts.
ETA: Male, 20
Brendon Small
I’m not sure when the last time I really cried was. I’m pretty sure I’ll cry soon. Every damn Mother’s Day ad puts me a little closer. This will be my first Mother’s day without my mom.
six years ago during a very stressful time. (male)
Though I have teared-up since, listening to certain music and watching a certain Futurama Episode.
If Auto pops into this thread perhaps he can tell us which brought more tears. Jurassic Bark or the Ladle.
Yesterday I bawled hysterically when my pug accidently spilled my first cup of morning coffee all over the porch when she was very cutely and sweetly chasing a bumblebee.
I should have laughed because it was so funny and cute, but I just wasn’t awake yet and I was really looking forward to that first sip of hot java!
(As if you couldn’t guess: female)
I don’t weep much, although I often go through periods of deep depression. On April 13th I cried off and on for several hours over the death of a sweet little kitten that my husband and I had been bottle-feeding. His name was Shemar, and although I had only known him for a bit more than a week, there was a kitten-shaped hole in my heart when he was gone.
Lots of tears in the last 24 hours. AdoptaTeenSon ran away again - third time in five months. He showed up late last night. Today was spent with police, therapists and enrolling him in a court based behavior management program.
My sweet, smart, handsome as hell, sensitive, long waited for son is slowly but determinedly tearing this family to shreds and I have no idea how to help him or us.
April 15
oooo! I wanna vote! Definitely Jurassic Bark. It came on last summer while I was at work and I hadn’t seen it in a long time, but by the end I was crying. Not alone, but in front of my coworker and my boss. Kind of interesting.
Brendon Small
Openly sobbed: Probably 45 years ago or so. Can’t remember.
Teared up: When Aragorn said, “My friends, you bow to no one,” and then he and everyone else bowed to the Hobbits.
Male: 53
I’ve been crying in my sleep this month, and what wakes me up isn’t the crying but the not being able to breathe. But it clears up pretty fast once I (a) sit upright and (b) stop crying.
I will say, though, that reading through this thread has convinced me that I don’t really have anything to cry about. Maybe I’ll stop malingering soon. 
At the risk of sounding MPSIMS-y, I’d love to give you a big hug. I’m so sorry. My sister ran away a lot when she was a teenager. I was quite a bit younger and didn’t understand fully what was going on, but it was hell anyway. I wish I could help. Or at least bring you a casserole.
I cried, very briefly, yesterday night. Before that, possibly a week or two ago–I can’t recall. Female.
Cried? In February, when it snowed and my landlord told me to move my car for the plowman and when I moved it and was brushing it off another plowman came by and yelled at me. Teared up? Just now reading grimpixie’s thread. Female.
I too, have cried almost daily, for over a year now.
Often it’s hormonal flux, sometimes it coming to terms with devastating loss, and sometimes it’s just who I have become, it seems.
I cry when I’m happy, I cry when I’m sad, sappy movies, touching sentiments, I am also a regular faucet. Quite a departure from when I was younger.
The day my mom died.
“Photo beauty gets her attention, and her eye paints running down,
She’s got a rose in her teeth and a lampshade crown,
One minute she’s so happy, then she’s crying on someones knees,
Saying, ‘Laughing and crying, y’know it’s the same release!’”
Joni Mitchell, People's PartiesReading the crimelibrary.com article on Sylvia Likens will make me bawl like a baby.
I read it about it a year ago and I was at my desk at work, tears streaming down my face.
Female. 30 years old.
Last night. My husband and I had a fight over a topic that has bred many such arguments in the past couple months (his tendency to escape into online video games after work from 730-930 and me wanting to spend a bit more time with him before he went online. By the by, my escape is smokin the pot, old movies, and playing with my ferrets). We have both been really stressed because the past year has just been unbelievably difficult in terms of the skies opening up and raining shit on us. He turned stony silent and I started crying and said I hated him because he was inhuman and unfeeling. Bad fight, but afterwards we spent a couple hours working through it and I think we finally got to the other side. We love each other very much. Maybe too much info, but feels good to share.
I think your hobbies are much cooler than his