I found myself getting choked up by Guys and Dolls the other day. I have no idea why.
The last time I had a serious weepfest was the day after the election, which is I think where all my pent-up angst went.
Willow ,'Bring On The Night'
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I found myself getting choked up by Guys and Dolls the other day. I have no idea why.
The last time I had a serious weepfest was the day after the election, which is I think where all my pent-up angst went.
Night night. Me to bed.
Crying in irritation would count too.
Who's crying? The tickler or the ticklee?
it's a really strong non-verbal way to share feelings
Oh, I certainly never considered crying a method of communication, and would get a bit offended by anyone who spent any time judging the depth of the emotions I'm feeling by the amount of liquid coming from my eyes -- might as well judge it by the size of the wreath I placed on the grave.
TDS? Still brilliant, IJS.
I almost never cry at any of the standard real-life Crying Events (I have NEVER cried at a goodbye that wasn't a funeral), but that PSA with the sad stuffed animals makes me weep instantly.
I almost never cry. Bugs the hell out of me; it always feels better to cry in release.
No, I don't feel like a monster because of what I think other peeps are thinking, more that I feel limited--that I one basic mode of expression is partially closed off to me.
I don't cry at funerals or personal tragedies, which is, I suppose, one reason why my family thinks of me as being unemotional. I have completely melted down from a number of Buffy episodes, Little Women, It's a Wonderful Life, almost any act of heroism, and, on occasion, lost dog signs.
one basic mode of expression is partially closed off to me.
Even before crying became so potentially detached from feeling, I never thought of crying as communication or expression beyond the self -- and when I do, it becomes just like words, capable of misdirection.
I mean, knowing I could mist up when someone else was grieving by imagining Girlfight or Charlie's Angel divests it of any inherent honesty. I might as well tell her how I feel, hold her hand, express through action.
I do feel cheated because I'll never sing a love song (or perhaps even a lullaby) and elicit anything other than panic, but it's a small thing. I have other vocabulary. I get by.
Also, sometimes I am a heartless monster.
I cry at all kinds of silly things. Sad movies, sad TV shows, sad songs, joyous versions of all of the above.
Yep. All sorts of things will make me cry. Sad crying, happy crying, I'm waaaaay too tired and should be sleeping but instead I'm going to weep crying ...
I perhaps need to get a tighter rein on my emotions.
Huh. That would probably mean I should, too.