The last time I remember tearing up at a movie was The Way We Were, just beautiful music toward the end, and probably crying if I had a husband or boyfriend who looks like the young Robert Redford and I couldn’t keep him.
I definitely went into a depression when my mother passed away, just deep sadness, what a wonderful mother I had, too bad she left us so early.
But my husband is the tearing kind, he’s tearing up everytime he sees the Queen on TV, he cried a whole week when his dad died, he’s tearing up when Michael Jackson died.
As for passion that makes you cry, I’m a very passionate person, I throw myself at everything I do, almost intensely, but I don’t cry easily. Go figure!
I cry at weddings, momentous times, some movies and books. I cry whenever someone plays Taps, the fiddle or sings Danny Boy. As a kid/young adult, Danny Boy was always sung at funerals and often by someone dear to the deceased. One of my kids plays the violin, it can sometimes bring me to tears. I think it’s related to the fiddle thing.
…and of course, I teared up reading your sweet story - I think more people would benefit from allowing tears to come as they will.
-
I adore Randy Rainbow, and even made some RR specs for my love & me when we went to see him in San Diego - I also cried reading that story of his.
-
I literally sobbed reading Chelsea Handler’s Life Will Be the Death of Me - several times. Boy was she honest. I applaud her for it.
Same
You got me. There’s a great version by Enya in Irish. I like this one too. For me, it’s an Irish ballad
Yes, this! I actually neglected to mention that I can even be moved to tears by something in nature - an example, one of my favorite things in the word is driving through a tunnel of trees - and every time (EVERY time!), I am overcome with joy that moves me to tears.
The world would be such a better place if there were no stigma to tears.
I also think the world would be better if humans had tails that we can’t help but wag when we are happy, just like dogs.
That’s why we can smile, I’m always grinning from ear to ear, this is what most people told me, I never consciously do that, I personally want no tail.
In the audio book version, his voice is shaking with emotion as he reads it. That was it, I was gone.
Good to hear about the Chelsea Handler book. I need a new one after finishing my RR book.
That would be hilarious. Imagine trying to play it cool when you meet a potential romantic interest whom you find very very attractive.
OHHHH! If you’re doing audiobooks, Chelsea’s will blow your mind. Bring tissues.
I tear up very easily, but the tears rarely fall. I can easily tear up from a book or TV show or movie. Definitely tear up sometimes from the news.
I almost never have happy tears. The only time I would have happy tears is if I have an uncontrollable belly laugh and it is rare then.
I sobbed when my parents died and sobbed when my dogs died, and sometimes will really cry (but not uncontrollable sobs) when I’m angry or frustrated.
I always hear people say they feel better after a good cry. I wish that were the case with me. I just feel terrible after a cry. Definitely not all better. My daughter is the same way. I have had this conversation with her before. That must be nice to feel like you could have “a good cry” and kind of reset yourself. It just makes me feel crappy for the rest of the day into the next day too.
I imagine a poker game or heavy duty corporate negotiations.
I used to cry at anything. I got prescribed my happy pills and I rarely cry at all. I still feel and have empathy, it just doesn’t come out in tears
I don’t think a lack of crying is indicative of a lack of empathy.
I don’t see that there is any, “stigma,” associated with tears. Well, there probably is with men. However, I, myself, cannot imagine crying every day. I think that would exhaust me.
I sing in a chorus. There have been songs that I found almost impossible to sing because they made me cry. The Prayer of the Children is one such. Music in my Mother’s House is another. The songs themselves are emotional. Add some four part harmony and I’m toast. Usually enough rehearsal will allow me to sing the songs in performance without tearing up but it can be tough.
It’s because H cried when a pet cat of ours died that I’m still here today. It happened when I was super depressed about health issues and teaching Bio allows me to know exactly what to do for the body not to be able to live. I had it planned out, waiting for a certain event to occur first, and then, unexpectedly, our cat died. He buried her and was in tears for a bit. I realized that if he cared so much for our cat imagine what he’d feel about my death. I couldn’t do it. I learned to live with the health issues.
Even now, when I get depressed I let that memory surface. It puts my mind back into reality instead of feeling sorry for itself.
H only cries when close relatives die (my mom, his mom and I’m sure he will for his dad or if anything happened to our kids or his brother) and when our longtime pets die.
I also recall him crying when we dropped our kids off at college - as did I. Major sad life changes, even when expected, seem to trigger it. Other things don’t.
I don’t think that lack of crying = lack of empathy, either.
I think people impute way more meaning to crying than it deserves. Same thing with sweating, and a bunch of other things. It is all just individual biological differences. That’s what I mean about stigma. Professionally, if I were to tear up in court, it would be viewed as weakness. To me someone’s eyes tearing up has nothing to do with weakness, or being over-emotional, or irrational. There doesn’t have to be deep meaning to it. It’s a thing bodies do, some bodies more than others.