When was the last time you cried?
When was the last time you cried?
I hadn't cried in 7 years and decided to do some emotional exercises to make myself cry. So I managed to cry about 4 months ago, haven't been able to since even with my grandmothers death. Might start trying again.
My wife had covid, and was sick enough we worried about her surviving. Maybe too dramatic, but she was very sick and it scared us both.
After she recovered there was a morning I opened the fridge and she had made me a sandwich to take to work. And it just came rising in to me that we were okay now, she was back.
I cried hard.
Today! I’m in hospital having received surgery on both of my legs to try and restore some mobility, I’m not able to walk unaided right now, but I’m improving every day!
That’s unrelated to why I cried, though, I just wanted to defy expectations a little! I cried because I read something that always makes me cry - Valerie’s letter from V for Vendetta - I’ve included the movie version below, but it’s pretty faithful to the original:
I know there’s no way I can convince you this is not one of their tricks. But I don’t care. I am me.
My name is Valerie. I don’t think i’ll live much longer, and I wanted to tell someone about my life. This is the only autobiography that i’ll ever write, and – God – i’m writing it on toilet paper.
I was born in Nottingham in 1985. I don’t remember much of those early years. But I do remember the rain. My grandmother owned a farm in Tottlebrook, and she used to tell me that God was in the rain.
I passed my eleven plus, and went to a girl’s grammar. It was at school that I met my first girlfriend. Her name was Sarah. It was her wrists – they were beautiful. I thought we would love each other forever. I remember our teacher telling us that it was an adolescent phase that people outgrew.
Sarah did.
I didn’t.
In 2002 I fell in love with a girl named Christina. That year I came out to my parents. I couldn’t have done it without Chris holding my hand.
My father wouldn’t look at me. He told me to go and never come back. My mother said nothing.
I’d only told them the truth. Was that so selfish? Our integrity sells for so little, but it is all we really have.
It is the very last inch of us.
And within that inch, we are free.
I’d always known what i’d wanted to do with my life, and in 2015 I started my first film: The Salt Flats.
It was the most important role of my life. Not because of my career, but because that was how I met Ruth. The first time we kissed, I knew I never wanted to kiss any other lips but hers again.
We moved to a small flat in London together. She grew scarlet carsons for me in our window box. And our place always smelt of roses.
Those were the best years of my life.
But America’s war grew worse and worse, and eventually came to London.
After that there were no roses anymore. Not for anyone.
I remember how the meaning of words began to change. How unfamiliar words like “collateral” and “rendition” became frightening. When things like norsefire and the articles of allegiance became powerful. I remember how different became dangerous.
I still don’t understand it: why they hate us so much.
They took Ruth while she was out buying food. I’ve never cried so hard in my life. It wasn’t long until they came for me.
It seems strange that my life should end in such a terrible place.
But for three years I had roses – and apologised to no-one.
I shall die here. Every inch of me shall perish. Every inch.
But one.
An inch.
It is small and it is fragile, and it is the only thing in the world worth having. We must never lose it or give it away. We must never let them take it from us.
I hope that - whoever you are - you escape this place. I hope that the world turns, and that things get better.
But what I hope most of all is that you understand what I mean when I tell you that even though I do not know you, and even though I may not meet you, laugh with you, cry with you, or kiss you: I love you.
With all my heart.
I love you.
-Valerie.
This morning actually. I ran the sound system for a memorial service today. Young man lost to gun violence, not even 25 yet.
Felt weird for getting choked up, because I didn’t actually know him personally. Just hard to see all those people hurting because of a senseless and violent tragedy. And rough to know that his life ended so early and all that potential was just gone in a moment.
I'm currently battling a burnout. Well, I was at the step just before the burnout. I lost my best friend who died in March, and it really made me fall down the downward spiral.
After that, I used to cry randomly, without reason, or for the most ridiculous reason.
Like, sitting in my 4 years old son's bedroom and tidying his books, and I'd start bawling, wondering how the hell did I end up having this little guy in my life, and what did I do to deserve it.
That was one of the... Normal days.
Fortunately, I asked for help before it was to late. I'm on medication, and things are much, much better now.
I'm quite the sensitive guy and I cry easily, but this was way, way worse that what I'm used to.
I like that exercise actors do where they watch a clip that made them cry in the past. That scene whwre Dr. Gregory House indirectly saves the quadraplegic with single shot of cortisol gets me every time. Such a soft spot for those who heal and are healed.
thanks to the power of estrogen, i cry all the time! i'm gonna say it's cool, though i have mixed opinions on turning into a crybaby in my 30s
I'm on new medication and I cry at hallmark commercials. I am happier than before though
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I lost my cat recently, the first one that was truly mine. he was only about 2.5 years old, but when me and my partner moved into the city together, he went missing shortly after we started allowing him outside access (he was born feral and always loved the outdoors).
a few weeks later he was hit by a car some kilometres from our house, and a couple of weeks after that, his microchip was scanned and tracked back to us.
I sobbed for about half an hour when I first got some time alone after finding out. I still tear up thinking about him at odd times. I've never loved any animal quite as much, and I wonder if I ever will again. thinking about coming home to him was all that got me through many days of work. sometimes thinking about him just makes me feel like I don't want to be alive anymore, despite my partner and the two lovely kittens we still have.
I like that exercise actors do where they watch a clip that made them cry in the past. That scene whwre Dr. Gregory House indirectly saves the quadraplegic with single shot of cortisol gets me every time. Such a soft spot for those who heal and are healed.
A few days ago. It was my dog’s 14th birthday. She passed away in May though.
During my finals a few months back :')
I cry at the most random things. Most recently I cried during the last episode of Only Connect because a contestant solved a clue in a very clever way
3 days ago. It was the last day with my girlfriend until the Christmas period. I saw in my watch there was only 15 minutes before she needed to go. Something happened in my brain
About 1.5 years ago, when my cat died.
About four hours ago.
Every day in this economy.
I get teary almost every day - not from sadness, but from watching my kids have a positive experience or trying my best to tell them I love them.
But sort of real, proper crying was at my mom’s funeral, before, during and after. That was three years ago.
About a week ago when I got a large 2nd degree burn at work
Last week listening to one life by the last emperor
I cry almost every day. Two kids under two can be exhausting sometimes, and I have a lot of stress and anxiety. They are awesome, I just can't handle it all the time. I'm lucky enough to have an awesome wife who's very supportive, so we'll get through it!
No tears for a long ass time but I basically had a no-tear cry when I realized I was struggling so hard to keep up with cleaning, cooking and excercise mentally which is literally what nearly all adults do and many do it on autopilot. Made me feel like such a child.
I was smart enough to recognize that was just imposter syndrome by the next day but it hit hard at the time
Just a couple days ago, thinking about my cat that I had to put down ~6 months ago. He was sick and in pain but I'm still sad about it.
I don't think you need to push yourself to cry. Everyone processes their emotions differently. For a long time I also didn't cry much/at all. I was very guarded about my emotions. Between getting older and my wife, whom I can be completely open with, I have gotten more emotional as I have gotten older.
Happy cry: I watched Coda for the second time.
Sad cry: when I put my dog down.
This morning. I cry pretty regularly though. It's a good way to keep myself in touch with myself.
A coworker asked me if i was ok and i just broke down hyperventilatin and sobbing
Whenever I last rewatched ATLA.
Last week. Why? "You bow to no one"
I do grief work daily. I don’t cry often but I’m grateful when I do. It means that I’m healing.
At the last movie probably haha
30 years ago when I was 15 or so. From time to time it worries me a bit.
Real crying? 7 years ago...
Father's Day a couple weeks ago (in Australia). Something my 8yo daughter wrote in my card, reminded me of how my own dad isn't with me any more, and wasn't around to see me become a dad. Happens most Father's Days, to be honest.
Last Monday driving to work after filing divorce papers for court date with my ex-wife.
I teared up a little yesterday watching Elemental for the first time. Last time I full on cried was when I watched Coco with my daughter.
I used to cry a lot and wish I cried more now. Last time I cried, and it was multiple times, was while listening to the narrated visual novel South Scrimshaw. If Pixar movies make you cry then I guarantee you this will. It excels in the same areas combining great world building, fantastical visuals, and a personal connection. However it does so with a completely different art style and completely different vibes, it's essentially an observational nature documentary.
Watch terminator 2 and the end will tear you up
I cry at least every few days.
The ending to Clerks III. I haven't cried like that in ages!
All the best luck to you!
Don't really remember
Guardians of the Galaxy 3
I’m at a wedding - I’ve been happy crying throughout the night. But I’m an emotional guy - I can cry to xfactor videos or those homecoming compilations. I’m an easy target, but I love to cry. It clears out the system.
About a year ago. One of my best and closest friends died. It didn't hit me right away. Took almost two months. Hadn't cried for maybe 4 years before that?
Two nights ago at the end of Man on the Moon. Andy Kaufman was such a treasure and Jim Carey really worked hard to pay tribute to him. It’s tragic that Andy’s life ended so young. He was really special.
Yesterday, since the death of my mother (didn't actually like her), the death of my dog and long-term companion, as well as my motorcycle accident resulting in my near death and recovery all within the same year my brain just doesn't work the same anymore and I get choked up very easily. I've stopped trying to fight it off and just embrace it, I've earned myself this much at least.
It's not hard for me to cry because of a TV show, but for personal reasons I probably haven't cried in 4 years at least, probably more but idk.
Outside of crying because of physical pain (chronic pain sucks), 6 years ago was the last time. I don't know exactly why, it's just doesn't happen, even if I'm feeling really bad.
I like that exercise actors do where they watch a clip that made them cry in the past. That scene whwre Dr. Gregory House indirectly saves the quadraplegic with single shot of cortisol gets me every time. Such a soft spot for those who heal and are healed.
I like that exercise actors do where they watch a clip that made them cry in the past. That scene whwre Dr. Gregory House indirectly saves the quadraplegic with single shot of cortisol gets me every time. Such a soft spot for those who heal and are healed.
I like that exercise actors do where they watch a clip that made them cry in the past. That scene whwre Dr. Gregory House indirectly saves the quadraplegic with single shot of cortisol gets me every time. Such a soft spot for those who heal and are healed.
I like that exercise actors do where they watch a clip that made them cry in the past. That scene whwre Dr. Gregory House indirectly saves the quadraplegic with single shot of cortisol gets me every time. Such a soft spot for those who heal and are healed.
I like that exercise actors do where they watch a clip that made them cry in the past. That scene whwre Dr. Gregory House indirectly saves the quadraplegic with single shot of cortisol gets me every time. Such a soft spot for those who heal and are healed, particularly so when both can transcend their own pain in the process.
I like that exercise actors do where they watch a clip that made them cry in the past. That scene whwre Dr. Gregory House indirectly saves the quadraplegic with single shot of cortisol gets me every time. Such a soft spot for those who heal and are healed.
I like that exercise actors do where they watch a clip that made them cry in the past. That scene whwre Dr. Gregory House indirectly saves the quadraplegic with single shot of cortisol gets me every time. Such a soft spot for those who heal and are healed.
I like that exercise actors do where they watch a clip that made them cry in the past. That scene whwre Dr. Gregory House indirectly saves the quadraplegic with single shot of cortisol gets me every time. Such a soft spot for those who heal and are healed.