Crying is just not a reaction to pain that occurs to me. Part of it is that I’m a clutz I guess, and there are regularly at least three moderate injuries on my body at any time. And when I seriously hurt myself my brain just kicks into practical mode. Maybe my body is so used to pain that the adrenaline and endorphines are always just standing at the ready or something. I just kinda stand there and look at the injury and plan to deal with it.
“Hmm there is a large nail sticking all the way through my hand, that really hurts, I wonder what is the best way to get rid to the pain. I could grab a codiene or something. but then I would still have a huge nail stuck in my hand. I should deffinately pull the nail out now while the pain is still horrible, rather than just relive the pain if I do it later. I wonder if pulling it out is gonna start bleeding real bad, like an artery or something. I wonder if there are big arteries in the hand? Well anyway the nail got torqued as it went through so the hole isn’t air tight, and if it had hit an artery then it would already be bleeding like crazy. When I do pull it out it is still gonna bleed pretty bad though, I wonder what I have in the way of bandages. No, crap, I looked last time, I have no bandages But I have ass-loads of gauze I can cover both side with a huge wad of gauze, and wrap duck tape around it, that works pretty well. I sure all hell don’t want to drive to the store with a nail in my hand to by more big bandages, cause they will probably make me go to the hospital. … Okay so I’m ready, got my gauze, my ducktape, my vice-grips, and codiene at the ready, On the count of three I do it. I wonder when my last tetanus shot was, oh yeah just last year, I’m cool”
That is a near accurate account of an internal conversation I had with myself once, and with all that crap going on in my mind there is no time to consider crying.
It sure is OK with me if a man cries. It does depend upon the severity of the injury. If I lost a finger I do believe that I would be pretty upset and lose it. Heck I have cried more in the last year than in all my prior years in total. 2002 was a very bad year.
Heck yes Toddly you cry you will feel better for it.
I encourage Men to cry.
If you hurt you cry, thats my motto. 0887
There ya go. Equality to the max. Well said, monica. I couldn’t agree more.
::sniffle::: I agree :::sniffle:::
That was beautiful man!::sniffle:::honk:::…
HEY! If Genral shwartzcoff (I know I murdered the sp) can cry on national tv then So can I!. Becuase hes about as manly as they come!
Also I might like to add that in a traditional sense I don’t think your hubby was really crying. That was more or less the body’s reaction to extreme pain.
Now if somebody slaps him accross the face and then he starts to cry… Well thats just wrong.
Crying for all the right reasons shows sensitivity.
I think to cry just because you are having a bad day is a real sissy or panty waist thing to do.
Crying can be a form of release for the man as well as the woman.
Nothing wrong with crying if it is for the right reasons.
Crying about anything and everything is repulsive where it is a man or woman.
There is a fine line here. 0887:rolleyes:
Hell yes it’s okay for a man to cry! I mean, sheesh, he lost his finger. I’d be scared bodily-function-less if that’d happened to me, and I’m a fairly stoic chick when it comes to that sort of thing. I’d probably be crying, too. Not 'cause of the pain, but because of the, “Omigod, am I going to be counting in base nine from here on out?!” factor.
The people giving your husband grief were assholes. And, hey, remember, sensitivity gets chicks. Assholery, in general, does not.
My Dad died a few days ago and I’ve been crying every day since. I was sobbing openly in the airports and on the plane rides to go help my mother. If someone though less of me for that, then they are perfectly free suck my shit.
Of course it was okay! The guy cut his finger OFF!!! Plus, being teary eyed and having a shaky voice sound more like the shock of what happened.
Plus, they say crying is good for one’s eyes-tears wash out any dirt that gets in your eyes.
I, however, blubber like a baby. I cry so easily. But that’s okay cuz I’m a chick, right?
There’s a difference between crying and sensitivity. And there’s a much bigger difference between being sensitive about yourself and being sensitive about others.
On the other hand, sometimes it seems you can’t move on here for threads that say exactly the opposite.
Tongue-in-cheek, ya’ crybabies! It was said as a tongue-in-cheek comment. 
::SNIFF!::
That said… the kid really is kind of a pussy. You’d almost think that, by 18 months, his backbone would, you know, be there.
Besides, I shed a tear a couple of years back when my seven month-old puppy died with her head in my lap. And I wasn’t even holding my Care Bear to give me strength, either.
You know, one of these days, your kid is gonna find this message board and he’s really never gonna forgive you for that one. Take my word for it.
I’ve never been badly injured so I can’t say how I’d react to it. I haven’t cried in response to a wound since I was a young child. Not going to any great lengths to suppress it, Goddess knows, but simply because I don’t have the impulse. My mom doesn’t cry either when she hurts herself, fwiw.
On the other hand, I cry (or at least get choked up) at wistful songs, beautiful architecture, political rallies, and thoughts of my city when I’m far away. And when I’m talking to my boyfriend, that part of the universe for whom I’m more grateful than for anything else, I cry a great deal.
I’ve broken many bones, and didn’t cry at the pain, but I do get teary in the following situations: sentimental movie; beautiful piece of music; hangover (don’t know why); post-migraine; post-physical shock; sad thing happening to someone close to me.
I reckon the poor guy was crying because of the post-physical shock state, and also reacting to the loss of a limb, which is a fairly big thing to cope with, emotionally. The guys who bugged him were simply assholes.
Him, I’m not worried about. Dude, it’s his MOM that has me regretting that I said anything. Hell, if she finds out, you’re going to be reading somewhere that “…and SkipMagic is now paralyzed from the cowlick down…”
:eek:
And then I won’t be able to cry.
Hey Tomcat I can’t be manly.
I have not a manly bone in my body. 0887;)
[extremely sexist commentary]Well, I can give you a manly bone in your body if you want.[/extremely sexist commentary]
Listen to a few of those clips, they are funny. Totally tongue-in-cheek humor on being a man.
-Tcat
Waitaminnit! But… but… Manly’s a suburb of Sydney, Australia!
Doesn’t that leave all us Canucks, Yanks, etc, kinda out in the cold?
Although I am not a man, I have to admit, crying is a situational thing for me. Fer instance, I cried hysterically when I cut the tip of my finger damn near off–not b/c it hurt, but b/c I knew I was screwed. Also, not for nothing, the sight of it was a bit much. Fortunately, it healed nicely.
Today at work, my boss cried after a very intense face-off with a large, violent, and insane student. He said things to her that would have tried the patience of a saint. Afterward, she cried-- not b/c she was sad, b/c she was hella goddamn pissed off. I understood; sometimes the same thing happens to me.
I’ve read that tears shed in excess of emotion are chemically different from the tears your eye makes when you get dust in them. The hormones that make you sad exit your body via your tears. It’s healthy to cry if you need to. Men who never cry are a little scary.
On the other hand, seeing my father cry at his mother and my mother’s funerals was heartwrenching. It distressed me on a primal level. I’m glad he did it, though, b/c he needed it.
All this talk of crying brought this poem to mind:
I tell you, Chickadee
I am afraid of people
who cannot cry
Tears left unshed
turn to poison
in the ducts
Ask the next soldier you see
enjoying a massacre
if this is not so.
People who do not cry
are victims
of soul mutilation
paid for in Marlboros
and trucks.
Resist.
Violence does not work
except for the man
who pays your salary
Who knows
if you could still weep
you would not take the job.
~Alice Walker