Can't stand to see a grown man cry???

[DGMacphee]

Whoa, Farlander!

I didn't say that stuff to so people wouldn't argue with me. Or feel sorry for me.

I actually posted it because a) people might learn some lesson from it or b) it drops my guard down a little -- I'm like that, I guess: One minute, I'm defensive. The next, I'm revealing something very sad in my life.

I guess I'm just a walking contradiction.

Whatever the case, argue with me -- I mean, you're entitled to your opinion as much as anyone.

I think we're all trying to prove a point in life -- For what purpose, that's up to each individual.

But don't feel you don't have to argue with me just because I had an entanglement with my Dad (or that he had an entanglement with his).

Besides, I love him.

And I do respect him now -- It took years to build that, but I do fianlly respect him.

[Nacho]

Of course, notice that I posted "Bitter discuss"... That means that the gentle discuss is still guaranteed!

And if I took that decission is because my respectometer with you has passed a line, not for feeling sad for you or anything, I think you can manage this quite good alone.

[DGMacphee]

I kinda have issue with that I guess: I'm the kinda guy who's not big on posting something vunerable to earn respect.

I just want to say, I didn't post that to earn respect.

If anything, I'm a very dispicable human being (especially at my worst).

I think the only thing I got going for me is that believe  one day I might become completely better and whole and accepting of myself.

And I'm getting there.

One step at a time.

But, I love you, brother!

[Nacho]

Attempting to earn respect does not usually work if you do it on purpose to earn respect... So, I keep the respect, and multiply it by 1.5.

I love you too brother!  

Why have you had to post this while I was listening "Hey Jude", man?

* Farlander breaks in tears emotioned...

[SSH]

I really respect that DG doesn't post things to try and get respect  

Sorry to interrupt the Farlander/DG love-in, but I noticed two mistakes in Farlander's English that my wife often makes:

Discuss does not really imply a difference of opinion, see the bit under Synonyms here: http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=discuss

Also, it's intimacy, not intimity

I'm just trying to help you improve your English, Nacho, not attack you, btw!

Anyway, back to the topic:

The first book that really upset me on an emotional level was "Jeffy, the Burglar's Cat" when I was about 7. My poor mum had to stay up all night with me as I read it as I couldn't sleep until I knew what happened at the end (as my mum never tires of telling people these days  : ). Jeffy's master is a kleptomaniac and tries to stop himself but can't, with devestating consequences for Jeffy.

And recently I saw  Forrest Gump again and welled up at the end there too. Wuss city! And at the beginning of Finding Nemo, too, but then with a wife and child that I am always worried are OK, I think that's a bit more understandable.

In fact, these days, I get upset at nearly any movie in which something happens to a wife or child. Funnily enough, the Stallone movie DeTox really upset me, at his powerlessness to stop the killer drilling a hole through his wife's head. I didn't see any of the movie after that.

[Raggit]

The last time I really lost it was, as withPeter Thomas, when I saw The Passion of the Christ at the theater.  I, and most of the people in the room started crying halfway through the movie and didn't stop until it was over.  Even though I cried for a long time after we had left and gone home.

I believe that was the first time I openely cried around strangers and while walking down the street.  But I have to say, the movie made me realize some things and made some differences in my life.  

[Nacho]

Thanks SSH (Not for interrupting the love-in  ) I really think that in this ocassions your wife and me are victims of "false friends" (Words that seem the same in two languajes, but they don't mean the same, Example, Schinken sounds like "chicken" but it means "pig")

In Spanish, Discutir (similar to discussion) does not necessarily mean "argue".

About some other words doubling consonants "Oppinnion, Actualy"... I think I'll never do it propperly, so, I'll go on testing combinations of consonants for writing correctly at least once in my life.  

About crying in cinemas... I think I drop a tear in Titanic, but, curiously, at the third time I saw it, in the scene where a baby is seen embraced by her frozen mother...

I can't recall anymore, but I know I was close in Ryan.

P.S. I did not cry when Bambi's mother is suggested to be killed... I know, I am a monster with no feelings. >

[DGMacphee]

Thaks you guys, shit it could be cause I've had two borttles of Chardonnay (After all, it is holidays tomorrow) but I'm glad I've had this moment.

* DGMacphee hugs everyone, especially Farlander, SSH, and Raggit.

[Robert Eric]

* Robert Eric backs away from DGMacphee

I'm not really into hugging men.  It's not that I think it's gay, just that I don't like bodily contact with other men.  Let me grab my glove and we can just shake hands.

[Raggit]

* Robert Eric backs away from DGMacphee

I'm not really into hugging men.  It's not that I think it's gay, just that I don't like bodily contact with other men.  Let me grab my glove and we can just shake hands.

Aww, c'mon Robby, let's all have a good cry and group hug!!!  

[Nine Toes]

I haven't cried in a long time.. not even the last two deaths in my family. Sometimes I think this depression numbs the pain, or maybe I've just grown so accustomed to what would be emotional trauma that it isn't trauma anymore.

I don't look down on anyone for crying, but I lose respect for people who cry/whine about minor things like it's the end of the world, like grades and such.

I couldn't agree more.

My girlfriend and I have been having problems lately, and because of my new job, we rarley get to see each other anymore (a total of 24 hours in the last 2 months).  I'd hate to lose her because of all of that (we've been dating a year and a half).

Things like that make me wanna cry, especially when I'm out for a drive and some song that reminds me of her comes on the radio.

I guess I'm not ashamed to cry... granted I'm not quite as depressed as I used to be (I know exactly what you're talking about, Schbaz).  It just takes a special something, I guess.

[MillsJROSS]

I don't cry too much anymore, but sometimes I'll get that funny feeling in my throat when I'm watching a movie, and my eyes get watery (but not enough for tears).

The last time I remember actually crying (and I'm sure I've cried since then, I just don't recall), was four years ago. I was just going through Confirmation, and our confirmation class made a trip to some camping/cabin type grounds where we were going to spend the weekend. It started out fine...I was hanging out with my friends and the Rabbi and myself were cracking jokes back and forth.

So after a long day, we were all sitting in one room, all of us (there were roughly 20 of us maybe less or more, I can only really remember my good friends from that class). I was telling my Rabbi a dirty blond joke, which he found funny. But he told me not to tell it to our cantor (who was a women, and was sitting close enough to not hear us when her attention was elsewhere). Anyway, me being who I am, a guy who likes to see how far I can take things, I ended up telling the cantor the joke anyway (In truth, though, my mother worked with her, and my mom said later she heard dirtier jokes from the cantor (if only I could remember the joke I told)). So in front of the whole confirmation class, the Rabbi just seemed to snap and started yelling his head off at me. Which was so unlike him, because he's normaly mild mannered, and you'd never expect him to get in such a rage (apparently, though, some other people have related stories of him snapping, so it wasn't that uncommon, I just hadn't been witness to it).

Then there was me...also a mild mannered guy, who never yells. And something about him yelling at me like he did, in front of my whole class got my blood boiling, so I started yelling back, to such a degree that it felt with each word I needed to take breath. So after each of us had said our peace...I started crying in front of our whole confirmation class. I don't like yelling or getting angry, and I respected the Rabbi so much, for him to be yelling at me. So I gave a good sob...you could feel the tension in the room.

So twenty minutes later, it was over, the Rabbi and I sat down and played chess. Then we just started laughing at the whole thing, and apologized to each other (Me for going that step too far, and him for not pulling me aside to discipline me).

It really felt good to cry. It really felt good to yell back, too.

In general I think crying is good for a person every once in a while. I rarely cry now, but everytime I do, it feels really good, afterwards.

It's sad to think that our society views a man in rage above a man who cries.

-MillsJROSS

[Barcik@Away]

The last time I cried was a movie. And then too, it was just watery eyes. I am not really a person who cries at movies. I just can't forget that it is artistic fiction I am watching. This movie is in fact the only movie that made me shed tears (even on the second viewing). This is, not surprisingly, Schidnler's List, from the moment where he regrets not saving more people to the end credits.

There are some tears that I find extremely touching - the tears of an athlete. These men who are required to be macho all the time, can only show their emotions on the pitch. John Drummond in the last World Championships. Gazza in Italia 90'. Federer after beating Sampras.
And of course, the closet to my heart - football (soccer). That particular moment was 4 seasons ago. Last match of the season - Barcelona vs. Valencia in the Cump Nou (home stadium of Barca). Barca wins, they get the ticket to the Champions Leauge. Valencia leaves unbeated, and its theirs. Rivaldo, Barca's biggest star and a player often criticized by me for being overly egoistic, scored the first goal from a free-kick. Baraja equalized. Rivaldo scored the second from 30 metres. Baraja pulled it level again. The match was near its end. Now, you have to understand how much of a catastrophe it is for a club the size of Barcelona not to qualify for the Champions League (what happened last season, and it was horrible). Now, the minute is the 89th, one minute to go. Frank De Boer sends a hopeless ball forward. Rivaldo, with his back to goal, stops the ball on his chest and hits an inch-perfect bycicle kick (the hardest shot in football), which sails right in to score one of the most beautiful goals in football. I wept like a baby. The whole 100,000 in the Cump Nou, including the president of the club, went crazy. It was much more than the relatively weak achievement, but rather the way in which it was achieved. Magic.

The last time I cried, for hardly as good reasons, was on Independence Day several years ago. After being at a picnic, I set out home but found out that I lost my key. This happened to me a few years ago, and I received quite a lecture back then. The hour was late, and everybody in my house was asleep. One thing I hate, is looking like a fool - a failure. One thing I hate even more is looking like a fool in front of my father. I just couldn't stand the thought of waking everybody up in the middle of the up because of a personal stupid mistake (done for the second time). I spent the night outside, resolved to find the key when the sun shines. I failed. Then, I went back home early in the morning and tried to wake up my grandmother by yelling at her window. I failed. Then, defeated, I went home. My mother, after being woken by the door bell, was crazily worried to find my room empty. She opened the door, and I saw my father. I could not stand that feeling of looking like a fool in front of my father, and broke down to tears.
Looking back, I now realise, that everytime I had a conflict with my dad which would end in my tears, it was because of that damnable feeling. I can't stand feeling like failure. I am obsessed, much like he is, about my own success.
However, I am happy to say that I love my father, respect him and admire him. I intend to follow his footsteps, and even go beyond that.

Other serious cases involve two incidents in which I had a fight with a friend. Since that is rather obvious, I shan't extend about it.