Jeez, I honestly cannot remember. Now I’m racking my brain. I can tell you the last time I probably should have cried, but that doesn’t really answer the question. I don’t know what my deal is with crying. I’m human, bad things happen to me, I feel pain, I get blue (:() every now and again, but I don’t cry. I think my tear ducts are broken. The last time I can recall shedding a tear was about 2 years ago. There might have been another instance since then, but if there was, I honestly don’t remember it.
The Monday before last, I think, when my formerly-prospective-future-employee trotted out his psychotic nonsensical evil twin and a lot of utter rubbish about why, actually, they weren’t going to employ me now, so ner ner ner.
I rang The Boy, who came and hugged me whilst I ranted and sobbed onto his shoulder, and then bought me tomatoes and sang to me in the bath, so it wasn’t all bad. I hadn’t cried for ages before that, though, so it was a bit of a bugger.
Yesterday.
My grandmother died back in December 2002. She practically raised me. Sometimes, when I think about the fact that I’ll never see her again, I shed a few tears. I used to cry almost daily for a few months, but now it’s once a week or less.
Last week, while posting to a thread on the Pit about rape, because a) it brought up some things, and b)I was menstrual.
Two days ago, at the high school’s final concert of the year. The director allows any senior who wishes to do a solo. One boy stepped to the mike and dedicated his song to his father who died 3 years ago. He sang “Papa, can you hear me” from Yentl. It was amazing. The room went wild when he finished.
Although I did get a bit weepy recently when I read about Maurice Cheeks helping that young girl get through the National Anthem.
I cried about this, too. It made me completely sad and rageful and what finally got me crying was imagining how scared and confused those poor boys must have been.
Then, later, I started to cry imagining that someone might do something terrible to my baby. (Not myself, as in the case of this news story, but some random act of horror.) I now cry at least 3 or 4 times a week, worrying about my child.
I’ve still got tears in my eyes…shortly before reading this thread I was reading the one about June Carter’s passing.