Whats something that makes you cry? (public, love)
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Very true for sure and i feel the same way. Looking outside of the box" and seeing other things besides the obvious is cool. And the old adage that real men don't cry is BS! LOL.
I tend to dwell on some things and seeing homeless elderly people daily...that grinds my gears and sometimes feel overwhelmed with pity for these people.
Surely there is enough wealth in our country to help them? What if one was my mother or father?
I bring these thoughts at home some nights and it consumes to the point of tears.
Cried twice in my life. First time when the damn doctor slapped my bare naked arse after he yanked it out of my mom's womb. Second time was, about a day after I heard the news of my dad's passing.
I remember studying for and going through the round of interviews for a job I really, really wanted more than anything else. I was on a train on my way someplace when I got a call, offering me the job. Of course I accepted! (Now I'm getting misty-eyed remembering it) I called my then-girlfriend and I was in tears, I was so happy. Strangers were asking me if I was okay, I said I was fine and briefly told them. People were congratulating me. Yes, I'm still working at that job and love it!
I've only cried a few times in the last some years.
When a friend died of cancer.
When my grandma died of dementia a few months after my friend.
When I learned that a girl had been leading me on for a year.
Putting down my puppy.
Grief of loss of family or a beloved animal, which is family, too. The worst I went over the edge was when. I lost my Dad. I plumb lost it. been a lot of boved animals, horses, dogs and cats, I had to ;bury, or have put down and bury. It never gets easier. When my lady was traumatized and hurt, in her hospital bed, and feeling like a huge piece of her bad been ripped away, and might be impossible to heal.
Whoever said that a man can't cry, and still be a man, was a fool. Yea, I've had to be the tough guy, the one that stays together, when everyone else is falling apart, fell apart when alone, myself, later. The one who doesn't rate anyone to comfort, other than myself. Was married to a vicious shrew, who ran me down ,if my emotions wouldn't be held down. I divorced her for a reason.
When my new lady was hurt. So bad. It was her female co workers that let me fall apart in front of them, so as not to hurt her more, and reaffirmed my faith and trust in women, yet again, after my pretty little lady did the same. Nurses totally rock the house. Sometimes, a guy needs a little help. Most of the major grief in my life, I took on the chin, me, myself and I. Or with the help of a critter, horse dog even a cat once or twice. Animals are pretty intuitive and tuned in to our feelings.
Our emotions are there for a reason. Crying, laughing, ye old primal scream, all safety valves. Keep us from imploding. Sometimes, they just gotta lift, and let go. It generally tames a pretty traumatic thing to get me to that point, these days. ,But I know better than to try and hold it in, when its time. Sometimes, you have to wait, for a better moment, for someone else's benefit, but not letting it out at all, trying to play the stoic hunter/warrior in a dirty bearskin , will eat you up.
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