manbirdexperiment wrote: 
I'll call you names until you cry, Shirley.

 

 BlueHeronDruid wrote: 
I can do a good sarcastic cry, though.... well, boo hoo hoo hoo hoo. Whaaa. wookit me cwying. whaaaa. 
But that's about it. It'll come back to me. Eventually. 

 manbirdexperiment wrote: 
Taken as a direct answer to the question, excellent point. :)

 bokey wrote: 
I'd never kick my Birdio. And the only reason I'd be happy to help him cry is if he really wanted to. But I wouldn't use physical pain. Mostly, I'd just listen to him.

 manbirdexperiment wrote: 
I bet BHD could fix that in a hurry. The shin kicking thing is just for people she likes.

 For you, she'd likely bring the pain.

 

Moments of beauty locked within anguish.
Stolen innocence.
Fruits of Mercy.
Childlessness.
Fearlessness.
Assurance.
Unspeakable sorrow.
Humble resolve.
Cruelty.
The Joy of a reconciled heart.

 manbirdexperiment wrote: 
no more water in the well? i am beginning to understand that feeling.

 manbirdexperiment wrote: 

 manbirdexperiment wrote: 
Not even if you watch Old Yeller?

Not being able to cry. 

 JustineFromWyoming wrote: 
Yipes!

Profound beauty. Parades. Tales of human kindness. Beethoven's Symphony #9, "Ode to Joy".

O Freunde, nicht diese Tone

 Leslie wrote: 
I'm not totally there yet, either, still getting (irregular) periods, but wow am I on an emotional rollercoaster (one that isn't related at all to what's going on with Mom, cos it started WAY before that). I can't have anything remotely like a real conversation with anyone in real life without tearing up for no good reason. The people in my life have begun to take it as it comes and realize that even if tears are streaming down my face (and they often are), it's just hormones, for the most part.

@ bokey, right. Feet can just get bigger. I don't know if they actually grow, but they aren't "flattening."

Wow. Lost mothers. No beating around the bush here!

My mother passed away 4 years ago. It was the most terrible thing I have ever witnessed, worst by far of everything. It haunts me somewhat. But there is some natural insulation with time. Which is good, because I wouldn't be able to carry that around with me.

I didn't cry. Just because I don't really except for movies. I think I would though. Given the right conditions I think I would cry about everything, just everything, just for the sake of it. All the times I didn't plus some for good measure.

Disloyalty. Someday I'll tell the story...

 lynncorry1964 wrote: 
You're not a crybaby. I lost my mom 16 years ago. It takes time. And as Leslie said, one day the memories will bring smiles. And laughter.

 lynncorry1964 wrote: 
Hey, you know it took about 15 years for me to stop crying when I thought about my dad's death. It takes as long as it takes. Don't feel bad about it. The tears will lead to smiles when you are ready.

 lynncorry1964 wrote: 
Naw, my mom passed away  last year and I still tear up a couple times a week and I'm a guy.

When I think of my Mom who passed six years ago. I miss her tremendously. Sad movies, especially Imitation of Life. When I have an argument with my family. Hmmm..I guess I'm a crybaby!

The movie "Seven Pounds."


Holy HELL that was sad.