I suppose this is open to anyone, really, if the question is rephrased as “Have you become more of a crybaby through the years?” but I am most specifically seeking responses in the thread from people who, as a rule, do not cry.
It’s not that I don’t feel; I do! While it is true that I am often more emotionally detached from things than other people (seriously, when you’re crying about your long day at work, or how so and so was mean to you, I don’t care, and think you’re a giant pussy for getting worked up about such asinine crap), at many times, I do have an emotional investment, but appear just the same. I care, but don’t become an emotionally out-of-control, blubbering freak about it. And more to the point, there are times I have a rather large emotional investment, and *do *become a bit of an emotions freak, but even in the worst of times, crying is not how I deal express my emotions. It just isn’t.
I’ve never cried during a movie, and when my gal pals have come to me crying about breakups, I’ve never cried with them. I don’t know, TV always makes it seem like chicks cry together about this kind of thing. I care a lot, but I’m not the tear-shedding type. In the old days, if I was crying, it was a truly horrible, barely even manageable time. So now fast forward to maybe a year ago. I’m getting choked up about all kinds of shit. Sometimes I have riveting Friday nights that involve watching TV, and have recently discovered this show “What Would You Do?” They have people committing reprehensible behaviors, and hidden cameras reveal whether or not ordinary people will intervene. Over the last six weeks or so, the following segments on the show have made me fight back tears, or cry:
[li]Retail workers being particularly nasty to customers whose English was poor, including horrible anti-immigrant attacks.[/li][li]Restaurant servers openly refusing to serve same-sex couples.[/li][li]Customers in line exhibiting rude and hostile frustration to cashiers with special needs.[/ul][/li]
And it wasn’t the meanness that made me cry. It was when people stood up for the victims that killed me. I was all, “That’s right! You can’t treat people that way! Wait, why are my eyes watering?”
Some months ago, someone posted here a YouTube video of a small deaf child who, through some magic science gizmo, was allowed to hear for the first time. When the baby could hear, and started crying, I almost lost my shit. I could not believe how overwhelmed with emotion I became. So here I am in my apartment fighting back tears, because I can’t bear to cry. Who was I fighting them back for? I was alone! It just felt so wrong, this crying thing.
So I was talking to my sister (who is 10 years older than I), and we had a conversation whose details are not important. At some point we started on my new crybabytude, and it went more or less like this:
Me: I’m starting to feel emotionally connected to weird things, and am crying all the time.
Sis: Ah hmm. Yep.
Me: What “Ah hmm”? What are you Ah hmming about? What is this “Yep”?
Sis: Just, you know, it happens.
Me: What happens?
Sis: You just… become emotional.
Sis: And you start to cry.
Sis: During movies.
Me: No! Take back these lies!
She was right about weight gain around age 25, and that I would actually have to eat vegetables and jog once in a while if I wanted to fit into the jeans I wore sophomore year. I didn’t believe her when I was 22, but years, grocery carts full of leafy greens, and one gym membership later, the woman has proven to be right.
Is she right about turning into a weeping, sappy vagina too?