I’m gonna say people sacrificing for love. The parents who work 3 jobs to try to feed/cloth their kids.
O Henry’s The Gift of the Magi always chokes me up.
This probably says more about me than I want, but… happy people make me cry. Weddings, reunions between long-separated people, and little kids excited at Christmas. Commercials that are supposed to make me go “awww”. Athletes on the podium. People who are overwhelmed when someone does something nice for them (like that Home Makeover show). Heck, even parades choke me up.
And I cry when I’m frustrated, too.
I’m dehydrated a lot, lately.
The movie Edward Scissorhands. Whenever I see it on I must change the channel or begin weeping, regardless of the scene. Because all I can think of is how Winona Ryder and Anthony Michael Hall set Edward up – and that he knows it’s a set up all the time but still goes through with it because she asked him to. People who meet me now typically think I’m a pretty cool bloke, but I can never forget how much of my life was spent as an attention-seeking friendless nerd, and that just hits a little too close to home.
–Cliffy
Dead soldiers, Veteran’s Day (on 11 November, dangnabit!), Taps at funerals.
Makes me weep like a willow. (Did someone use that one already?)
Never understood women and their ability to cry at the drop of a hat until I got older. Nothing specific makes me weepy but any event with strong emotion has its effects. The day I got laid off from an air freight company I was en route to work and saw one of my 727’s banking sharply toward the runway. I thought it was an emergency landing until I realized it was a military style flyby salute. I had problems staying on the road after that. It was the last flight out after 25 years of operations. The airport fire department parked fire trucks on either side of the runway and shot on arch of water over the plane as it left. I thought it was a classy way to go out.
Movies with endings like the Spitfire Grill or Steel Magnolias are candidates. So is Amazing Grace or taps at a funeral. I was listening to Tim Russert reading from his new book “Wisdom of our Fathers”. One father received a letter from each of his kids listing 75 things they remembered and loved about him. On his death bed he asked his wife to read them to him. That got to me.
Music does it for me. I was thinking today about “When She Loved Me” in Toy Story 2. Wa-a-a-a-a-ah!
The Largo movement in Dvorak’s Symphony No. 9 (The New World) does it every single time.
So do lots of other pieces of music with a “homecoming” theme:
Chanticleer’s recording of “Calling My Children Home”
Stephen Paulus’s “The Long Road Home”
Then there’s that whole category of music that I associate with a particular time or place or circumstance. I got weepy today hearing Edvard Grieg’s Holberg Suite, remembering the day, the concert, the person I was with, etc.
Damn. You got my crying just with that.
I can’t handle abandonment, loneliness, isolation. When I think about people dying alone I simply can’t… I just can’t.
OK, add Johnny Cash’s cover of “Hurt”. Maybe I hear more emotion behind it then was intented but I get the feeling he’s singing about his own life.
Also, Elinore Rigby isn’t something I want to listen to if I’m feeling lonely and I’ve felt that way since the day the song came out.
Extreme Makeover Home Addition makes me cry every single time they air a new episode. Also, I cry when Lady sends Tramp away because of all the other girls she heard about from the dogs at the pound without knowing how much being with her has changed his life.
I know this one probably sounds dumb, but when America Fererra’s character was trying on clothes with her soon-to-be stepmom and stepsister in The Sisterhood of the Traveling pants, and they keep making comments to the employees at the store about how they didn’t know she was so big when they had selected the clothes. I began openly weeping and yelled, “I know how you feel America! Ignore those rude skinny bitches! You look great just the way you are!” between sobs.
Okay, this is the dumbest thing but I just saw this scene the other day and it made me bawl like a baby - again.
Video games. Final Fantasy Seven. There’s a scene in there where one of the characters is led through a cave because the father he’d thought had abandoned him had given his life protecting his valley during a war. The enemy’s arrows had turned him to stone, but he was still alive, so he stood for the rest of his life overlooking the valley. At the end of the scene the character starts talking about how he’s the brave son of Seto, and the statue starts crying gems…I lose it every time.
Today my boyfriend was watching Farenheight 9/11 when I came home from work for lunch. It was right at the part where the woman is reading the last letter her son wrote before he died, about how he wanted to meet his new nephew and he’d be coming home soon. Almost lost it then. Then they show her crying in front of the White House and I lost it.
Kids losing their parents is sad, but it’s the natural order of things. Parents losing their kids? Heartbreaking.
I’m more weepy than I thought I was. Sheesh.
~Tasha
The Canadian national anthem. I’m not Canadian. I’ve never been to Canada. But when I hear, “Oh, Canada…” tears just spring to my eyes.
And, when I’m having PMS, everything.
I taught high school English in the inner city for twenty years and complained the whole time. But at graduation, I bawled like it was a funeral. (The students probably thought I didn’t want them to get to graduate.) God, I loved those rascals.