I've always been a cryer. I cried in kindergarten and first grade; I cry at the Hallmark commercials. But the strangest crying happened when I decided with my doctor to stop taking Prozac. I cried in Wegmans because the tomatoes were on sale. I burst into tears at work for no reason at all. I cried in the middle of conversations that weren't particularly sad. I finally called the doctor and said, give me back the drugs, I can't take all this crying over tomatoes.
Oh wow, Michael. This just happened to me too. Cried a dozen times in the span of a few days and realized, Nope, this isn't normal, give me the drugs back.
Amy, it's like the song lyric "telling my whole life with "his" (read her!) words". As a veteran of the labels "Butterball", "Weeping Willow" and "do you want something to cry about", tears are not something that were ever acceptable in my family. I did manage to stop several holiday fights between my parents with a well timed tearful plea to my dad (didn't work well with my mom) that stopped them until my 20's. But now that it's just my younger sister, tears are not welcome. I cry when I hear certain pieces of music, movies, sweet stories on the news, social media posts and memories of people and places I've been. When I have to restrain my emotions around my sister (who I help take care of) I'm headachy until I can hit the bathroom or get in the car and let go. Nothing to be ashamed of even though I am an ugly crier! Thanks for nailing it!
I am one of those unfortunate people who cannot cry. It’s intensely frustrating to not be able to react appropriately to sad, tragic and heartbreaking events and losses. I dearly wish I could cry. My brain and my body won’t let me.
I cried after my first physical therapy session after my knee replacement because it hurt so much. The therapist actually sat on my knee to try to get it to bend more - it seemed like she was really trying to hurt me and thought my crying was ridiculous. I felt abused!
Oh, Amy, what a great topic! I cried at the car dealership when the protracted negotiations between my husband and the salesperson finally ended after several hours with an agreement for me to buy my car! The salesperson looked askance at me as I wept and confessed how much I loathed the purchase process. By the time the paperwork was completed and we were on our way to meet our sons for dinner, my tears were dried and I was thrilled to drive my new car!
Amy, what a great series of questions to ask your followers about crying. The responses made me choke up! (I cry easily.)
BTW, is crying anything like sneezing? Does thinking about it make you more likely to do it? Or is that any human emotion?
That Be Calm Patch makes me think of homeopathy. I used to swear by it. Then it "stopped working" for me. Hmmm... Perhaps it works much like the Be Calm Patch.
Amy! You hit it out of the park, woman!
Not going to argue with science, especially these days, but personally crying often, not always, makes me feel better afterwards.
I agree! Plus -- even if it doesn't serve an obvious purpose I seem to cry, anyway.
If our bodies do it, there is a purpose, yes? Evolution is messy!
I've always been a cryer. I cried in kindergarten and first grade; I cry at the Hallmark commercials. But the strangest crying happened when I decided with my doctor to stop taking Prozac. I cried in Wegmans because the tomatoes were on sale. I burst into tears at work for no reason at all. I cried in the middle of conversations that weren't particularly sad. I finally called the doctor and said, give me back the drugs, I can't take all this crying over tomatoes.
Oh wow, Michael. This just happened to me too. Cried a dozen times in the span of a few days and realized, Nope, this isn't normal, give me the drugs back.
Amy, it's like the song lyric "telling my whole life with "his" (read her!) words". As a veteran of the labels "Butterball", "Weeping Willow" and "do you want something to cry about", tears are not something that were ever acceptable in my family. I did manage to stop several holiday fights between my parents with a well timed tearful plea to my dad (didn't work well with my mom) that stopped them until my 20's. But now that it's just my younger sister, tears are not welcome. I cry when I hear certain pieces of music, movies, sweet stories on the news, social media posts and memories of people and places I've been. When I have to restrain my emotions around my sister (who I help take care of) I'm headachy until I can hit the bathroom or get in the car and let go. Nothing to be ashamed of even though I am an ugly crier! Thanks for nailing it!
I am one of those unfortunate people who cannot cry. It’s intensely frustrating to not be able to react appropriately to sad, tragic and heartbreaking events and losses. I dearly wish I could cry. My brain and my body won’t let me.
I cried after my first physical therapy session after my knee replacement because it hurt so much. The therapist actually sat on my knee to try to get it to bend more - it seemed like she was really trying to hurt me and thought my crying was ridiculous. I felt abused!
This sounds truly awful and abusive, I'm sorry!
Oh, Amy, what a great topic! I cried at the car dealership when the protracted negotiations between my husband and the salesperson finally ended after several hours with an agreement for me to buy my car! The salesperson looked askance at me as I wept and confessed how much I loathed the purchase process. By the time the paperwork was completed and we were on our way to meet our sons for dinner, my tears were dried and I was thrilled to drive my new car!
Amy, what a great series of questions to ask your followers about crying. The responses made me choke up! (I cry easily.)
BTW, is crying anything like sneezing? Does thinking about it make you more likely to do it? Or is that any human emotion?
That Be Calm Patch makes me think of homeopathy. I used to swear by it. Then it "stopped working" for me. Hmmm... Perhaps it works much like the Be Calm Patch.