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I had a good cry today

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by harru

for the first time in years.

FAO: men - how often do you cry? We all know women do it all the time.

harru | 14 May '08, 18:46 | Send note | Report this | Reply

Not very often at all these days.

But there was a time when I used to cry everyday nearly.


two ex-boyfriends told me they never cried.

i made them both cry :(

hope you're ok x


I cried this weekend

I spoke to my friend who's been in South America since the beginning of April, and I got really upset because I miss him loads :-(


I did on Sunday after the football

but other than that, not very often. After I split with my ex after 4 years last year, I didn't have a cry about it for 7 months after, which was kinda weird.


i keep feeling like i'm on the edge of bursting into tears a lot these days

so i go to pieces at the drop of a hat. literally: "why did you drop the hat!? IT WAS SO GOOD!" :'''''''''''''(


I've felt like crying a lot today.

Not over anything that bad, just angry at myself.

Last time I physically cried was sometime last year. LOL.


not since my dog died

had massive 'lumps in my throat' though.
I believe this to be a euphemism for being close to tears but too manly to let them roll on out.


wait, i'm lying

oh i'm totally wrong. i had a big cry just last week. and plenty of times i've forgotten in between there i'm sure. yeah, a few i can remember now. but not many very satisfying ones where you feel you've really cried it out. maybe like one in that whole time since my dog died.


also, piece of advice,

don't walk past primary schools at 8.30am simultaneously grinning like a maniac and bawling your eyes out. the parents look at you funny.


I want to know how this came to pass

You got stood up by a girl, but then you ran into Kirstie Allsop and she gave you a handjob down a back alley?


if Kirstie Allsop gave me a wank after having been stood up

there would only be tears of motherfucking joy


^

and maybe a massive FUCK YOU OTHER BITCH!


Hmm, Kirstie alone wouldn't do it

I'd need Vicky Pendleton and BBC breakfast bitch to help out for it to be true joy.


not for quite a while

my life has been devoid of extremes for said while


Last time I seriously cried was when my grandfather died...

...which was back in January. But I get tearful at some episodes of Futurama ffs, so I'm by no means manly.


probably when i was about six years old

when my mother told me to stop shouting or i'd lose my voice, which i assumed meant forever. that upset me quite a bit.


you're missing out, men

crying is good and therapeutic, and i think we would all be happier if we did it more often.

...i'm such a girl.


I can remember four times, but yeah, it's perfectly normal.

Aged 12 - Gran passing away.
Aged 13 - Getting beat by Germany on pens at Euro96.
Aged 19 - Split with first proper girlfriend.
Aged 24 - Vera Duckworth dying.


I did this last Easter

I was scared of coming back to university with dissertation and finals looming. I wanted to be 14 again, mucking around with mates, innocent and eager.


Ages

I used to all the time as a little sensitive kid in a cardigan, mainly when separated from parents, not wanting to go to school etc.. Now when the ol' bottled up emotions get to much I just rub my cat a little to hard until he flees the scene!!!


*too

*too


Every 2-3 years.

It annoys me when people cry all the time. It devalues the act.


i don't cry at real life

only at films and adverts.
i watched cinema paridiso last thursday and had a good old blubber at the kissing montage at the end.


Not very often

After my housemate this year was killed on his way back to start 2nd year in a traffic accident. Not at the funeral, but alone in my house, listening to Jumpers by Sleater Kinney.

I felt so worthless at that point, cause I thought something like that could happen to me, and I felt like I'd achieved nothing so far in my life.


The time before that was when my cat died.

I was going through a shitty time at school, being bullied and that. And the cat at home, who I was really attached to was just the final straw. I broke down for about an afternoon.