About an hour ago. Why? I was furious with myself for being a procrastinating slacker and screwing up my chances of getting higher than a C (at max) in a class that should have been an easy A for me. A stupid reason to cry, I guess, but I’m a perfectionist. I really hate how irresponsible I can be sometimes. I’m over it now though, and have yet again vowed to be more responsible. Some day it’ll work. I hope.
I cry all the time. The news makes me cry consistantly.
On the other hand, I haven’t cried at a movie since I was 4 years old, and no book has ever made me cry.
I cried when my husband’s cat Jack (as in Jack Rabbit, though Jack The Ripper fit better, he was a ferocious-yet-oddly gentle tom.) got squashed by a car in the alley behind his parent’s house last summer. He was 14, and finally showed he was “long in the tooth”.
He had gotten injured on his back leg, which developed a horried infection. We had been medicating him, and worrying about him. He’d begun having seizures, and falling. This is how he hurt his leg.
I cried, because after all the fighting he’d done to go on living, he got killed by a reckless driver. It was a bit relieving, he was in pain, and hated having to be nursed like a largely drowned kit, though he loved the soft food. (He was too old to digest the hard kibble any more.) Still, he fought to live.
I’m glad he’s in a good place with challenging prey now, with no more pain. He loved laps near the end of his life, warm, soft laps. He was almost exclusively an outdoor fellow for 13 1/2 years. He taught us a lot, in his own fearsome way.
Yeah, I cry all the time, too. Yesterday I cried at work because I was tired and stressed and sick of being sick!! Just had to get it out of my system.
Sunday night I cried (always do) watching “E.T.” The end of the movie where E.T. asks Elliot to come with him in the space ship just kills me. It’s amazing that movie can make me feel such emotion for a fake alien, but E.T. does it to me every time.
Today I cried in sheer gratitude when we visited the neuro for my husbands cluster migraines. Since Friday, we’ve spent $500+ for medication, and his doctor sent us home with samples worth over $1500 AND cut his office visit fee in half after we told him we have a $2500 deductible before our insurance kicks in.
A thank you letter is in the mail.
Just over a month ago (April 10th), when my grandmother died 20 minutes before I arrived at the hospital.
Last week.
Hormones.
[sub]Need I say more? Grrrrr Waaa Joy Waaa Grrrr Waaa Joy Grrrrr Waaa Joy. I wasn’t fit to live with :rolleyes:[/sub]
It was two or three years ago when I finally took a thirty year old letter out of safe keeping and read it. It was written two weeks before I was to marry someone else and begged me to return to Denmark. I didn’t answer the letter.
Crying is not a sign of weakness. When we deny our true feelings and live by a silly set of social rules – that is a weakness.
I cried just a few minutes ago, and I’m probably going to cry again soon.
I’m having a rough time these days.
When: yesterday.
Why: my second son was born.
{{{{Hugs}}}
I bet that you not being able to finish made much more of an impression on them than if you’d told the story.
Five minutes ago. Man, it’s 2:50 AM, and the love of my life, or at least I thought he was, just left, telling me we need to talk tomorrow when I am in a better state of mind. I am so freaked out about him, but that’s what I have a live journal for. That has helped a lot. I just want to be there for him, and to help him, but he pulls away. Sorry Qazzz. Didn’t mean to unload my misery here.
Yesterday. I fell and struck my elbow against the pavement in that perfect oh-so-painful way that sends a shockwave of pain and nausea coursing through your body, causes your vision to whiteout briefly, tears to well up despite all efforts to resist them, causes throbbing that you’d swear was audible, and is immediately followed by a stuttered stream of consciousness dialogue using every nasty word you know of (and making up new ones), interrupted at regular intervals when, being distracted by the pain, you can’t think of strong enough words to express your simultaneous frustration and displeasure.
Felt good.
-FK
Last week…The overwhelming feeling came upon me that my parents may never be proud of me…I’m 27 years old.
Living a passionately delicious and wholesome life … just different to the one they ‘planned’ for me I guess.
Here’s to expectations!
It took me the whole thread to remember, it’s been that long.
I’m not a person who cries much, and that’s not something I am happy about. In fact I’ve often wondered if there was something wrong with me, as some pretty traumatic stuff has happened to me and I don’t remember crying about it. I think I push it way down deep, or I’m just a heartless bitch!
But I do remember crying a few months ago when my SO told me that something I said really hurt her feelings. The thought of hurting her always affects me rather strongly.
Plus I think I was pre-menstral… that always increases the chances!
Last week when I happened upon a motorcycle/car accident with two fatalaties…I kept thinking of their families.
Margo
My life is the other way around. I think you got the better deal.
Wow…
I just wanted to say to Manatee, congratulations on your second son. 
And also to missing_link, I love Eva Cassidy, too, and have wept a few times myself while listening to her songs.
Monday last week.
After months of build-up, preparation and emotional nervousness, I finally had my doc appointment. He agreed to sterilise me.
As I walked outside, all the stress and anxiety that had been building up inside me, let loose in a rush of tears. I had to explain that I was ok, and that they were tears of relief and happiness to a sweet old lady who tried to help me