-Doggies and kitties in both perilous and happy situations.
-Scottish pipe and drum corps.
-Sweet little old ladies doing sweet little old lady things.
-And, kind of strangely for me, certain military things. For example, when I worked for the Navy as a civilian I got to watch a sub head out for deployment from San Diego to Japan; many of the sailors stood on the deck of the sub and waved until the very last moment possible (when it started subbing under the water). Really choked me up. I also used to work across the street from Miramar NAS and the fighter jet squadron maneuvers were really amazing and emotional to watch (and hear: BOOM!!)
Things like this get me as well. I feel a need to at least try and put myself in the shoes of the soldiers that day. I try ti imagine the young faces, fear, suffering. For some reason I feel very inadequate as a man when I walk away. I feel like I haven’t suffered enough to deserve what I have.
In addition to some of the things already noted in this thread, I’ll add: extinction.
Here is a passage from Hope is the Thing with Feathers, a nonfiction account of the extinction of several American bird species. In this, the last Heath Hen (a large prairie chicken relative native to the New York area) does not go down quietly:
Thinking of rhino poaching and the decimation of any species.
Dumbo-every time. Jeez, welling up writing it
An Affair to Remember, not the horrible remake
Thinking of Ruffian and that last race
Natch, the money sucking kitties and puppies in the SPCA
My mother sitting in the hospital in a hospital Johnny and nothing else last time she was in the hospital. Fukkers, couldn’t they give her a robe or something? And waited until I got there, she’s 90 FCS and they put her in the floor’s waiting room.
When my husband was in Iraq, I couldn’t do the laundry he left behind, because his dog slept in it every night he was gone.
Animals suffering hits me harder than humans suffering. I think it’s because humans are so commonly the cause of both.
Actually, An Affair to Remember is a remake too. The original is Love Affair, with Irene Dunne and Charles Boyer. It will make you sob like you have all the periods of your life at once. But if you really want a tearjerker, Irene Dunne and Cary Grant in Penny Serenade. I have seen it once. I don’t know anyone who has managed to sit through the whole thing twice. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Pretty much anything. I’ve cried at radio commercials for diamond rings, TV commercials for orange juice, and pretty much every episode of Full House. Usually, when I cry over that stuff, it’s because it’s so simple and real life is never that simple.
Where I get really upset is depictions of torture or prolonged human suffering. People are like, oh it’s just a movie, but no it’s fucking not. People have often suffered and died that way in real life. Lonely, painful deaths at the hands of sociopaths or fascists are not a fictional concept, and I can’t deal with it.
“This Little Light of Mine”. IRL, I hear it almost exclusively at funerals, so if it’s sung in a movie or TV show, or recently, in a book, I naturally choke up.
Sometimes when I have insomnia, my mind goes to the topic of people getting napalmed in World War II or torture victims or things like that. Not something that helps with sleep.