I do it (especially when I’m PMSing- sorry, Lord Ashtar ;)). You do it. We all do it, from time to time.
The last time I did it was last Saturday night, when I was watching a movie, A History of Violence. The scenes that focused on the marraige really got to me. I want to be married, and I’m not, and starting to have to come to grips with that, and it brought up my feelings about the loyalty and trust that is in a strong marraige. Just a good 5-minute cry can do wonders for the psyche.
When’s the last time you did it?
Oh, and not that anybody cares, but I forgot my sig.
So far as I remember, the last time I cried was November 2003 if it’s defined as more than a couple tears while sober but July 2005 if alcohol’s included and sometime since May of this year while watching “The Body” from Buffy the Vampire Slayer if just letting a couple tears flow count. I’ve seen it three or four times and have sniffled at least a little bit during every viewing.
Two or three days ago when I got an e-mail from a friend whose husband killed himself a couple weeks ago. She’s holding up better than I think I would be in her shoes, but she sounds so lost 
I’ll be glad when I see her in a couple of weeks, so I’ll know in person that she’s okay.
Either last night, or the night before last, I don’t recall exactly. I was reading Neil Gaiman’s Sandman: Worlds End and there is a passage towards the end of the book that I have never been able to read without crying.
I watched “With Honor” this afternoon. I got teary when Simon died. I cried when Monty read his obituary.
Early 2000 when my dad got really sick, just before he died.
- guy
Oh, wow, I was thinking about this, trying to figure out the answer and it surprises me: a few days before 9-11 I was watching perhaps a PBS program on the Manhattan plane crashes, detailing the first hour-- like what really happened to people in the offices and stairwells and hallways and with the NYFD and all, and one of the interviewees was a fellow who was recounting his wife calling and saying goodbye and it made me bawl (I’m not usually like that). Despite all the posturing and politics and crap since then there were people involved.
And forgot it again, and then went out.
About a month ago. I’d just found out they found something suspicious and I’d needed a biopsy thus was pretty stressed out so I took my name off the list of people who wanted to try out for the top boat (I’m on a crew team) that’s training to go to the Head of the Charles regatta. I was feeling overwhelmed, old, and pathetic. Also, concious of the fact that if I did wind up with something horrible, I had no one hold my hand which actually doesn’t bother me much but I feel like it should bother me. Not drowning, waving…
Earlier today, when rewatching the final episode of the fourth season of Blackadder. The final scene got me, as it always does.
Wow, I started crying in 1968, and I haven’t stopped since.
Maybe 11-12 years ago when my Gramma died in a fire.
A couple of weeks ago, watching the Deadwood finale. I was feeling (or imagining) Al’s pain. And Johnny’s. And Trixie’s. And Alma’s. And Seth’s.
I think it was two weeks ago. The last time I remember crying really hard was at a friend’s funeral on July 24.
Monday while watching some specials on 9/11. The people recounting their experiences and losses really get to me.
As always, the answer is, today.
I’m thinking about five years ago. It was over a pet. I’m twenty now.
Although there was a time more recent than this that I can’t remember I remember reading about the desegregation in the 60’s in my history class and when it came to the pictures of black people having food and drinks thrown and poured on them at their lunch table and they just sat there and took it I cried to think that someone could actually do that to another human being, and now that I’ve thought about it just now I’ve started crying again.