I don’t think I’ve cried since I was about 11, but then again I haven’t dealt with a close death, overly painful breakup, birth of a kid, etc. (give me a break, I’m 18) You?
Last week while listening to the close of the Sotomayor hearings on NPR in my car.
As a Puerto Rican, it just filled me with a sense of pride and emotion to the point of tears. Brief, but tears nonetheless.
Oh, about thirty seconds ago, and probably twenty minutes before that, and a couple of other times today. It’s gotten completely out of hand. I’m blaming it on menopause, but I don’t really think I’m there yet.
Two nights ago, when I watched the episode of ER where the burned son has one last chance to talk to his dad on the phone before the breathing tube goes in. The audience and the doctors know he’s going to die in the next few days, but the parents and teenaged boy don’t.
Damn that show destroys me sometimes…
Let’s see, I haven’t cried in… about 6 minutes now! Subject to change at any time.
A couple months ago when a friend got killed in a motorcycle accident.
You too, eh?
I cried last week when my baby turned 21.
snif
ETA: River Hippie, I’m sorry to hear about your friend. 
OK thanks for the responses, but I realized the question I really wanted to ask was: how often do you cry? Is my total lack of waterworks common? I mean there was nothing with Grave of the Fireflies, Schindler’s List, or breaking up with my first girlfriend. I felt emotions, but never came close to crying.
Ooooohhh, okay. Oh, yeah- that means that you’re a sociopath. The best thing to do would be to find yourself a secluded island and seclude yourself there. Rid society of the danger of you. It’s only fair.
And, IANAD.
Sniff … Sniff … Bbbwwwwaaaaaa … that just did the trick!
And your mama dresses you funny!
(hope that helps!)
I well up once every couple of weeks or so. I don’t know if I’d really call that crying though. Just a well of emotions that might end up with a moist eye or two. News, movies, they usually do it depending on the subject matter.
As for balls out sobbing, I don’t do much of that at all and it takes a lot. I can’t really remember the very last time. But I had one episode after months of turmoil with my youngest son that saw me sobbing, really really sobbing, for like 4 days straight. It was like the flood gates had just opened up and I couldn’t stop. Sucky, yet relieving all at the same time. That was about 3 years ago.
I seriously hate crying in front of other people too.
Does “almost” count?
I don’t know, Man. I’d probably cry a lot less if it wasn’t for homones. Half the time I’m about to fall to the communists earlier than expected I only know because I cry over news stories.
The last time I recall crying was about six weeks ago because a guy I really like is moving 10 hours away in a month (mid-August) and I decided that nothing will come of months of like him since he doesn’t seem to like me enough to engage in a long-distance relationship, and that maybe he’ll fail to keep in touch like other people who’ve moved away too, and what’s to say that I won’t waste time on the next guy I like as much too? Self-pity mingled with frustration, basically. I don’t indulge in that very often, but there you go.
About four days ago, when I lost a good friend … not to death but to being a moron who couldn’t just accept a friendship for what it was.
Before that… not for years. I’m not really one for tears.
I cried watching the Philanthropist when the Albanian woman asked for forgiveness from the Serbian Priest and young boy for bombing their church.
I cried reading an article in the local newspaper about a man’s emotional distress at putting his dog to sleep, and then explaining the dog’s death to his 4 year old. But these days, I seem to cry randomly about nothing anyway. Normally, it’s pretty rare. Damn hormones.
I’m 30 now, and I haven’t once since 4th grade (8 years old?) or so when I read The Bridge to Terabithia.
In that space, I saw Grave of the Fireflies, my favorite grandpa and dog died, and I went sleep deprived for two years while being overworked and malnourished. Not particularly something to be proud of, but not much to be done about what doesn’t happen on its own.
I did have a laughing attack that lasted a few hours a few years ago.
About 7 days ago.
I was crying everynight about work stress and realized–time to get back on the 'zac.
The day I had the appointment to get on the meds again, I came very very VERY close to bursting into tears over the fact that someone had taken my staple-puller.
I don’t cry at work. I don’t like women that burst into tears at any little thing.
Me <in my head>: “Thank god, I have that appt later today.”
Other than that I cry when I’m moved by something (bawled at Up). Other than that, I’m pretty happy go lucky.
Today, in the chapel. I lit a candle not for me but for everyone else who had lit one. But my tears were for me. I struggle daily with my wife’s job. 25% of the time she is away from me in a job I despise from the depths of my soul. I cry a lot