I’m a sook. Give me any crappy novel to read with a couple of lines of sentimental stuff, and I’m blubbering like a mad thing. That happened today, perchance!! It’s so embarrassing when you’re on the train and you start crying…people think yer’ a complete nutter, especially when you don’t have a tissue and your nose starts dribbling too. 
I’ve misted up a bit since then, but the last time (and I think the only time) I all-out bawled was when my dog died in my arms: June 24, 2003.
Yay I’m not the only one. I bawled at my computer today, whilst talking to a friend about relationship issues. sigh
pool, I always cry when I think about desegregation and racially motivated acts and the hideous things we do to each other.
Simply a though about these things make me teary[ol]
[li]starving people - no one should ever have to go hungry or cold[/li][li]sick/abused animals - I believe that animals have their own feelings and personalities and I can’t help but imagine the emotion pain an abused dog feels when its owner starts throwing things and kicking it[/li][li] Hi, Opal! (no, not really, I just want to be one of the Cool Kids…)[/li][li]how I would feel if my brother died - he’s my favourite person in the entire world. Hell, if I’m tired enough, just thinking about him makes me cry, because he lives on the other side of the country [/li][/ol]
About three years ago, when I had my last dog put to sleep. I told her, “Are you ready to go see Mommy?” as the vet pushed the needle. She died wagging her tail.
Always hard to do.
Last time I cried was this morning, after reading this thread. And I’m a dog person. Before that I hadn’t cried since… Friday, the 23rd of June. That was pretty memorable. I broke down at school in front of my entire 12 person music class and the teacher for various reasons involving conflicting school assignments & their corresponding teachers (also conflicting), the school principal, a vet & one of my doggies and the usual teenagery social issues. And then later that night I got into a fight with one of those music guys who I considered (and still do, as a matter of fact) one of my closest friends and he made me cry again. I usually don’t cry at all.
A week and a half ago, when I realized that my hourly pay rate for my new job is great, but the number of hours they pay me for is insufficient to actually DO my job.
I’m an adjunct instructer–paid for the hours I spend IN the classroom. Not for grading papers, preparing for lectures, etc.
I will also admit to the possibility that PMS, combined with nerves about the new job contributed to me being in the mood to weep, even before I knew about my pay.
Yesterday, while composing an email to friends about the one-year anniversary of having to put down the horse I’d owned and loved for almost 14 years.
Unusual for me –
A few weeks ago I was watching Neil Young’s concert film “Heart of Gold” and he had talked of his father dying, and himselk hitting 60, and how he came to write his next song, which he wrote while in his mid-20s. Then he started singing “Old man, look at my life, I’m a lot like you…”
And then I lost it. My own 48th birthday was coming up, I was thinking about my own relationship with my father who died a few years back, and I started sobbing out loud.
I’m wrapping up a necessary, amicable, but still painful breakup. I feel like it’s all I ever do. I suck at it, though. I well up, the tears come, but I can’t seem to achieve that cathartic sobbing thing. I might take a couple of hitchy breaths, but then it just… goes away.
I’m just not a crier, as a rule. I think the only time in the past fifteen years that I really cried was when I watched Donnie Darko. For some reason, each of the three times I’ve seen that movie it’s resulted in my big, snotty, wailing sobs.
Hmm, maybe I’ll watch that today.
Off and on all day on this past Friday. Starting at a few minutes before 6 AM, when I got a call from my nephew telling me that my 20 year old son was in the Newport News Jail, having been arrested for DUI. Not a fun day, and I’m sure I’m not done crying about it yet, either.
They are both fine, BTW – there was no accident, Nick was pulled over for failing to use his turn signals and blew a .098 on the breath test.
I tend to get weepy when under prolonged stress, and that’s happening now due to a ton of projects I’m involved in all at the same time. So – last Friday. Because I was steaming angry about something. I don’t even remember much of the bus ride home, I was so hacked off.
3 months ago, the day my daughter was born. It was right before I was about to leave the hospital for the first time to go home. All of the sudden, I couldn’t bear the thought of leaving her (I say I misted up a bit; my wife says I cried).
Before that, when I was kid.
Two minutes ago, right after reading TokyoPlayer’s 9/10/06 post in MPSIMS
I guess in my OP I forgot to include the times I’ve misted up recently reading some of the threads on this board, including the story of TokyoPlayer’s baby.
Today, at work. I am running on around 3 hrs sleep (I can’t sleep anymore, at least recently) and I am super stressed about school and stuff. Some customer was really ignorant and accused me of being rude to her husband for honestly no good reason. It pushed me over the edge and I spent 15 mins in the bathroom, then I took my break right after that and chain smoked for an hour. After that, I felt better.
But man she was ignorant.
Ah, yes. I have found that how much sleep I’ve gotten is the biggest single predictor of whether I will cry or not. If I’m getting enough sleep, I can go several months without crying. Sleep-deprive me, and I cry like a busted televangelist.
January, over some issues with friends that I *finally * realized needed to be resolved.
Tuesday.
I had a rough rough day.
I’m supposed to be gaining weight and I’m not doing it fast enough, so I’ve got all these restrictions.
A lot of them really just suck, and they keep adding up. Like trying to make sure I eat lunch at school. I guess they think I’m not doing it because they keep changing tactics, getting more and more invasive. I was allowed to sit with my friends in the lunchroom with the teachers as background noise until Tuesday, when they pulled me out of the cafeteria (in front of my friends!) and made me eat in the guidance counselor’s office all by myself with her not eating and just watching me. And wanting to talk about things the whole time, too. It was humiliating.
And I got a low C on my chemistry lab. That was the big one. I know kids who get upset over grades are anti-cool, but it wasn’t like I ran around to my friends squealing “I didn’t get an A+! I’m going to cry!” I was just frustrated. I didn’t expect chemistry to be so hard and I still can’t figure out some of the really really simple concepts.
After school, I just wanted to go home. There was a lady sitting next to me while I waited for the bus. Her friend came up with an ice cream for her and it must have been the wrong ice cream because for no apparent reason, they started screaming at each other. Which is awkward enough on its own- I just tried to pretend I was REALLY absorbed in my book- but they dragged me into it! One started screaming about how the other was embarrassing her by acting like a jackass in front of me and saying stuff like, “she doesn’t want to hear this, do you?” They kept screaming at each other, chasing each other around the bus stop, until one knocked over a soda she had put on the bench… right onto my backpack. lovely.
Anyway. I finally got home and my mom looked at my chemistry… both parents kindly reminded me at the top of their lungs that I will not be able to afford college on my own without some very generous scholarships and I will not be able to get any scholarships at all if I don’t have good grades. They then offered some helpful suggestions for career paths that would suit my talents. Namely- welfare mother, fry cook, prostitute, and petty criminal.
And during this conversation… all thoughts of turkeys in tuxedos playing “in the mood” failed and I just cried until they let me go.
Off and on all day Saturday.
I hadn’t been to the cemetary where my grandparents (who raised me) were buried in a while.
Mom died in 1991 & Poppa just 2 years ago.
I needed to go out there. I miss my Mom, but it’s been a long time since I’ve seen her and that pain has healed.
It still hasn’t with my Poppa.
Um, can I switch my answer to now?
Is it just me or is this thread REALLY depressing?