Well, this would explain all the Sherlock fandom…
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Gah!
What I want to know is…why is it always the good “heart-warming” stuff that makes me cry? I don’t often cry over sad things. I don’t cry over children starving or puppies being kicked. Those humane society commercials make me angry, not at animal abuse, but at the pathetic purple prose and manipulativeness of it all. I was completely unmoved by Jurassic Bark (I know, I’m a monster.) But this stuff kills me! Why?!
You shouldn’t cry until you receive by registered mail an affidavit certifying the story’s authenticity by at least 27 judges on the supreme courts of three countries.
It reads like a package of Grade A glurge that fell off the back of an email truck.
Well, the story appears in the book “Making it on Broadway: Actor’s Tales of Climbing to the Top,” David Wiener and Jodie Langel, Allworth, 2004.
Your dismissive tone doesn’t belong here.
Okay, but there’s still ‘no crying in baseball’, right?!
In case you are ignorant of the reason for the Straight Dope’s existence, read the masthead.
I’m in the same boat and it’s sinking fast. The emotions are much closer to the surface… I can’t watch The Black Stallion race because of the tears. In the past the only time I’d cry was when I was killing mad… This is quite the change
Eh, redacted. That might come out less funny than I had intended. 
Are you sure you’re not pregnant? Because that’s been one of the things I’ve noticed over the last few months, how much more easily I cry at everything. Doesn’t matter if it’s happy, or sad, or sweet, or something that pisses me off, even. Tears, every time. Especially embarrassing at work…
Don’t worry, dear. Only 20 years to go before people stop asking you if you’re pregnant every time you feel weird.
Yep,the Lamp thing made me tear up… Not because of the poor homeless lamp but because of the thoughtless waste . . . . Working lamp,working light bulb NOT taken to Goodwill/thrift store/offered to the neighbors…
Motherhood did it to me. It started when I got pregnant (at 38!) and while it has subsided slightly, it’s still here.
ETA: I am not suggesting that you are pregnant. Just sharing.
Oh, puhlease - I am not a drunk crier. Wait, maybe I should can the dismissive tone considering the way things are going, lord knows 15 years from now I will be. No, just kidding. Drunk criers are the worst.
Never did it for me, despite everyone and their dog insisting that this episode was a kick in the feelings. I got it, but meh. No tears for now.
I will be someday, so there’s that!
Dude, I’m fine, but thanks. I don’t lose control of my emotions, I get through life fine as ever, and I pretty much never get angry; ain’t nobody got time for anger .I just find that things previously regarded as “Huh, sweet” now make me well up in tears. I used to HATE (all caps) it, and now I only hate it. Except I suppose I really don’t. This is just happening now and that’s all there is to it. My friends make fun of me and tell me I’m getting soft, and other friends who’ve long been criers are welcoming me to the club.
Are you one of the crybabies I criticized? Sorry!
Oh, and I’m not pregnant.
Stupid national anthem does it to me almost every time. I’m like the Indian on those old “keep America beautiful” ads, only I forgot to bring my horse.
Some old Catholic hymns, but that’s because I’m trying to figure out which ones I should choose for my funeral, and I feel sorry for myself for being dead.
Budweiser dog commercials.
The ending for the latest Fast and Furious when Paul Walker drives off into the sunset.
I was going to say I never cry, I’m such a hard ass, but maybe not so much.
A long time ago someone said it’s because I never allow myself to cry for me.
Meh.
I do detest women who cry to get their way, though.
Man, you guys is wussies.
I am sure you cried as a baby but just don’t remember it so you did cry when you were younger. Some people do not cry , my oldest sister doesn’t .She is not able to . She would like to be able to. That is big of you so say you’re sorry , some people can’t do this. My dad was a big tough guy and very abusive but he would cry watching a sad movie. He would go into the bathroom so no one could see him but you could hear him blowing his nose and I could too and I am HOH ! LOL !
The “Indian,” Iron Eyes Cody, was an Italian-American, birth name Espera Oscar de Corti. Good ads, though.
Learn something new everyday. Thanks.
It would have had a new home within two hours in my block. Anything even remotely useful to someone that I don’t need I can set next to the trash cans and someone will claim it, sometimes before I get back to the house.