After watching her get misty about some rather ordinary stimulus, I asked the ex-GF: "Do you cry every day?"

To which she replied, "Just about. It's just a release. Why? How often do you cry?"

"Uh...every couple years? Though I will get choked up in key movie scenes, but only if it's a good movie and I'm very involved."

t not tickling ita ever

t not that I'd ever tickle someone who didn't ask

Yes, I'm ticklish and annoyed by it.

Why on earth? That's the good part of crying.

Huh? How? Maybe I should add "or happy," but still -- I've never been one much for the happy tears. Triumphant I can make peace with, if you see the distinction. So -- escape movies, but not weddings.

No, for me, crying used to be catharsis of the negative. Now it's too often something with no emotion attached to it. I don't see anything good about that.

I cry at all kinds of silly things. Sad movies, sad TV shows, sad songs, joyous versions of all of the above.

I perhaps need to get a tighter rein on my emotions.

But I'm not feeling.

OK, yeah, I'll give you that. That's unsensical. If I'm crying, I'm feeling something, whether I've been manipulated into it by some schlock I'm watching or by an actual real life happening. Crying without feeling anything does not happen for me.

ETA: And would probably freak me out a little.

Not ticklish. I do tend to get irritated and hit people though.

Crying in irritation would count too.

No, for me, crying used to be catharsis of the negative. Now it's too often something with no emotion attached to it. I don't see anything good about that.

No emotion, that's no good. I like it in general when it's some good thing overflowing out my eyeballs. But that's just misting up. I don't know from actual crying. I only do that in emergencies.

True, ita, but it's a really strong non-verbal way to share feelings. At my friend Tom's memorial service, a look with eyes overflowing with tears said how much he was missed to his mom in a way me standing there telling her didn't.

I tried very hard to not cry at a wedding. The 11 year old best man helped by crossing his eyes.

I used to have certain books I'd read specifically to provoke an emotional meltdown. Mister Whiskers and Dearest Prickles (cat and hedgehogs,) if you are wondering. Basically, for when I couldn't cry over things I needed to, it broke the dam.

I'm cold. And my face hurts. I may go to bed early and watch tonight's tv shows over the weekend. Maybe by then my drafting table will be back where it belongs and not in front of the tv.