When I was younger, if I was really angry, I would cry uncontrollably. I don’t know why. Similarly, my girlfriend also cries when she is mad enough at me.
Why is this?
Also, it seems like some people can supress crying in general, while others can’t. My dad never cried a day in his life, even when his father died (my grandmother called him “the quiet one”) but as a kid I would cry uncontrollably about any little thing. As an adult, there are less things that ‘trigger’ crying, but to this day I can’t supress it.
I can cry over just about anything. (When I’m sad, when I’m happy, when I’m stressed … it’s a good tension reliever, for some reason, though I try not to do it in public, of course.) But if I’m crying because I’m angry–you definitely want to get out of my way. I don’t get angry often, but you can tell I’ve passed “pissed off” when my eyes start to look greenish***** , and if I start to cry–back away slowly and you might not get hurt.
I think I do it because it’s so damned difficult to make me that mad, by the time i get there I’m also highly frustrated–and frustration makes me cry faster than the ending of Moulin Rouge.
Agreed with Draelin. Just about any heightened emotional experience will make me teary, being angry especially so. I think it’s when I’ve reached my emotional tolerance limit, that I just release through tears.
I’m definitely in the “Cries when angry” column. But I’m pretty good at crying over sad stuff, too. I think it’s due to frustration more than anything.
Yeah, I tend to cry during arguments/fighting, too. It’s not so much the anger that seems to make me cry, but frustration. I cry the worst when I just can’t seem to get my point across, and I rarely cry if I feel the other person is listening to me.
I cry when angry, happy, sad. I try very hard not to, but it’s tough. If someone sees me about to cry and starts acting nice to me, it tips me over the edge. They usually act alarmed and put their arms around me and say “it’s okay! It’s okay!” and I’m blubbering too hard to tell them, “I’m fine! I’m crying because you are being so nice to me when you don’t have to! If you’d left me alone I wouldn’t be crying now!” But of course, that would sound ungrateful, so I usually end up letting them “comfort” me, even though they are making it worse.
My mother called me a while back, to tell me that my little brother had been in a car accident - he’d hit a moose - but that everyone was okay, he just got a couple bumps and bruises, his friend only got one tiny scratch. I was so happy to hear that, and after I’d hung up the phone, I just breathed a deep, deep sigh of relief. And suddenly, uncontrollably - I cried my eyes out. So I seem to cry from deep relief, too. :smack:
I don’t cry often. It’s not a good thing - sometimes you just need that emotional release, and if you can’t cry, it’s not there.
My grandfather died two months ago rather unexpectadly. I was devastated. I’m still devastated. It feels like there’s a huge hole in my heart. But I haven’t cried about it yet. I didn’t cry the last time I saw him, when I knew his death was hours away. I didn’t cry when I got the call that he’d passed. I didn’t cry at the funeral. I hated how it made me look - I just wanted to scream “I care! I *am * upset!”. I did a speech at the reception that took every ounce of emotional control to get every word out - but I didn’t tear up once.
I sometimes wish I cried at the drop of a hat.
Back to the crying-while-angry, isn’t that why they think small children cry so often? Simple frustration at not being able to get their point across? I remember hearing that somewhere.
I don’t know what you’re talking about. All 32 chapters are wonderful and it’s a very spectacularly happy ending with cheers and applause for all at Zidler knocks out the bad guy!
As for the OP, I think it’s a hormone thing. Stress hormones which need to be released. There are stress hormones in tears, so maybe this is the body’s way of getting them out.
Oh god, I thought I was the only one. I don’t even have to be really angry, just kind of mad. Then I get mad at myself for crying, then I really start crying.
I cry when I’m frustrated. I’ve cried when trying to tell my neurologist about my migraines because they frustrate me so much, and just talking about them dredges up that feeling. I’ve cried at work when bitching about a boss who was doing a great impression of bipolar disorder when interacting with us. I don’t mean to, and certainly don’t want to, and I think the feeling of the welling tears makes me even more frustrated, which just fuels the whole thing.
As a kid I used to cry whenever I got into a fist-fight. I’d get so angry and frustrated that I’d see red and the tears would just flow. This of course led to teasing by the other children. Which logically led to more fighting. Which led to… ah, you see where this is going.
Now that I’m older, I can control that spectrum of emotions much better, but seemingly in compensation, I will, in rare instances, get weepy over sappy commercials or movies or even just a beautiful day.
I am such an easy crier… it’s gotten better in the past several years, but I still cry at the drop of a hat. And it is mostly when I’m pissed – I think the others who said it’s frustration are right. I work in a call center, and whenever I get a bitchy customer who refuses to listen to anything I tell them or who makes me mad, I end up having to take a break after the call to squelch tears (it doesn’t always work – I’m very lucky I have an understanding supervisor and mostly-satisfied customers).
It’s very hard to make an effective argument when you’re sobbing.
Ah, yes–curtain closes, the end. That’s how I usually watch it, too. For future reference, if you’re watching Finding Neverland, just shut it off after the play in the living room and make up your own ending.
I’ve had a very stressful few weeks, and at least six more stressful weeks ahead. I ended up crying at work every day for a week. Not because customers were yelling at me, just because I was so frustrated I didn’t know where to turn.
When I get frustrated–not angry, that leaves me feeling cold and hard and pretty bitter–I find myself swallowing a lump and blinking a lot. Couldn’t explain to you why if I tried with two hands. :dubious:
Yes, when I get really angry then I tend to cry. The thing is, if I am sad or upset I don’t tear up nearly as much. So if people try to comfort me when I cry I find it really irritating - I’m not feeling fragile, damn it, I really am f*&king furious. So at funerals I might have a tear or two run down my cheeks, but if I am very frustrated or angry about something, I sob. This in turn makes it more frustrating as people tend to interpret tears as a sign of weakness or emotional fragility - whereas I meanwhile would like to knee them in the groin. Crying also prevents me from articulating what I want to say - which just frustrates me more, and so on. And I have quite a temper… :rolleyes:
I cry all the damn time, for all sorts of reasons. I hate it. And I get all blotchy and red when I cry, so it’s really obvious for a while.
My grandmother died a year ago, and at the funeral I was the one crying the most–and I didn’t even like her. I was so embarrassed that I couldn’t even keep it to normal crying when all these people who liked her more than I did could.
I’m an easy crier. Bride dances with dad at wedding? I cry. Toys for Tots commercial on TV? I cry. I’m at a funeral for a cousin I met maybe twice in my life? I cry. I’m angry? I cry. I’m also a sympathy crier. No one cries alone in my presence, as Dolly said in Steel Magnolias (during which I sobbed pathetically, of course). I really hate this; it makes me feel stupid and weak. It is comforting, though, to know that others suffer the same ailment.
This irritates me more than anything. I had a psychotic boss at my last full time job, and I cried every time I had to confront her about anything, which was fairly often, since she would bully others I was responsible for, and I just can’t put up with that crap. Worse, she was emotionless, so she would sit there like an Easter Island giant while I tried to articulate with tears running down my face. I’m so glad I don’t have to put up with her any more.
Mr. Stuff has adjusted to this oddity of mine, and when I’m upset, he waits quietly for fairly long periods of time between sentences while I take deep calming breaths and try not to sob as if my dog has just been run over before my very eyes. I love him for many reasons, but his patience might just top the list.
An upside, I guess, is that if anyone ever needs a Kleenex, I have one.
