[ARCHIVED THREAD] - Crying (Page 1 of 2)
Posted: 4/29/2005 8:37:21 PM EDT
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I'm not sure about you folks but I've only cried at my grandfather's funeral after the 21 gun salute (WWII vet). That was back in 1988. Since then I've teared up at one friend's memorial. That's about it. I've shed tears twice in my adulthood. Are you a crier? Do you get teary-eyed at the drop of a hat or are you like most men and shed tears in private / on rare occasions? |
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I cry. But it depends on the situation. Touching song or something about puppies and kittens and such then I cry like a baby. I also will cry when I see a nice sunset with seagulls in the air. A tear may hit the corner of my eye depending on the situation. the Vid that was just posted got a tear on the eye. Watching "Letters Home" on HBO got me chocked up and a few tears at the corners. Other than that I cried when my grand-mother died, but that was in private. |
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A few scares with my grandmother caught me off guard. Mostly because it went from good to bad so damn fast I didnt even have time to prepare for it... A friend's dad killed himself a while back (Colorado State Trooper) and when they gave his hat to my friend, I teared up. |
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Last time I got teary eyed was when my son found the can of pepper spray I keep in the seat pocket of my car and he decided to "Test" it . But if that isn't good enough for you then I will tell you this story . About 5 years ago the best dog I've ever had suffered a stroke and lost the ability to walk , but she could still stand if you helped her up . The vet recommended that we put her down when it happened , but I refused and took her home because you could see in her eyes that even though she could no longer control her body her mind was unaffected . After about a year of having to carry her outside to do her business she had another stroke and lost all muscle control from her neck down . This time I agreed that it was time to put her down . So I picked her up and put her on the vets table sitting up and leaning against me so they could give her the shot . Just before she died she looked up at me , and I swear she told me with her eyes that it was OK .... Then she went limp against me . I stood there for a few seconds before I lowered her the rest of the way onto the table . Now this wasn't the first animal that I've done this for , but this one tore my heart out and I couldn't stop the tears 
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<---non human by that measure does it help that I laughed at my own mother who was sobbing at the end of forrest gump? |
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As an "adult," I occasionally get misty eyed, but have only cried once. The documentary "9/11" gets me a bit emotional, as does a few other movies, but not to the point of shedding tears. For some reason, I don't feel comfortable with "letting it out" in front of others. I guess it's cause I'm not the type to simply shed a tear or two. For me, when it rains, it pours. Before the start of my grandfather's memorial, the sight of people chatting about topics of irrelevance with my grandfather's lifeless body in the front of the room really pulled the trigger for me. I quickly grabbed the keys to the car, exited to the parking lot, got in the car, and cried (wailed) uncontrollably. Had I stayed in the building, I would have attracted a lot of unwanted attention. I definitely felt a lot better and was able to return and give a small speech I prepared. It definitely helped. I'm rather young and I look forward to a great deal more of emotional pain. |
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I challenge you to go to my post in the ANZAC Day thread, read "And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda." Remember all the Vets you knew that are gone or aren't able to Pass in Review and I bet you will. Now when I was a young man I carried me pack And I lived the free life of the rover. From the Murray's green basin to the dusty outback, Well, I waltzed my Matilda all over. Then in 1915, my country said, "Son, It's time you stop ramblin', there's work to be done." So they gave me a tin hat, and they gave me a gun, And they marched me away to the war. And the band played "Waltzing Matilda," As the ship pulled away from the quay, And amidst all the cheers, the flag waving, and tears, We sailed off for Gallipoli. And how well I remember that terrible day, How our blood stained the sand and the water; And of how in that hell that they call Suvla Bay We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter. Johnny Turk, he was waitin', he primed himself well; He showered us with bullets, and he rained us with shell -- And in five minutes flat, he'd blown us all to hell, Nearly blew us right back to Australia. But the band played "Waltzing Matilda," When we stopped to bury our slain, Well, we buried ours, and the Turks buried theirs, Then we started all over again. And those that were left, well, we tried to survive In that mad world of blood, death and fire. And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive Though around me the corpses piled higher. Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head, And when I woke up in me hospital bed And saw what it had done, well, I wished I was dead -- Never knew there was worse things than dying. For I'll go no more "Waltzing Matilda," All around the green bush far and free -- To hump tents and pegs, a man needs both legs, No more "Waltzing Matilda" for me. So they gathered the crippled, the wounded, the maimed, And they shipped us back home to Australia. The armless, the legless, the blind, the insane, Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla. And as our ship sailed into Circular Quay, I looked at the place where me legs used to be, And thanked Christ there was nobody waiting for me, To grieve, to mourn and to pity. But the band played "Waltzing Matilda," As they carried us down the gangway, But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared, Then they turned all their faces away. And so now every April, I sit on my porch And I watch the parade pass before me. And I see my old comrades, how proudly they march, Reviving old dreams of past glory, And the old men march slowly, all bones stiff and sore, They're tired old heroes from a forgotten war And the young people ask "What are they marching for?" And I ask meself the same question. But the band plays "Waltzing Matilda," And the old men still answer the call, But as year follows year, more old men disappear Someday, no one will march there at all. Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda. Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me? And their ghosts may be heard as they march by the billabong, Who'll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me? |
Yep. And because I learned to let it out, I've cried twice in the last four years. When I didn't, I was explosive when I finally reached my end. I didn't care about my own well being or anyone else's. Crying doesn't make you any less of a man. |
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This 9/11 video makes my eyes leak: www.fdnylodd.com/BloodofHeroes.html I cried when a very good friend of mine (Cop) drowned doing winter SCUBA looking for a body. He left a great family behind. Other than that and 9/11 I keep a pretty even keel. I was in Germany when 9/11 happened, I was in shock for about a week, me and my German and Ami friends sat around and watched the news for days. Now I only want revenge, and every dead "insurgent" I see makes me a little bit less sad. That 9/11 vid still chokes me up, the people jumping especially. direct download |